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Phir Mile …torture 1 , Phir Mile…torture 2

well, this is the modern, progressive, yuppy, …torturously long blah blah version of the Epic, the Soul-Stirring Original Classic  …you want to get your sanity back, do watch the epic {the Original given below}!, an intimate and earthy musical montage on the rich and unparalleled cultural diversity of India through larger than life orchestration of the folk and classical heritage of each region, represented by classical and graceful luminaries, inspiring performers and commoners – the boatman on the Hooghly, the mahut on his elephant, ….and the ultimate tribute being paid by our dearest lady Lata Mangeshkar, India’s nightingale who integrates kaleidoscopic range of cultures and subcultures in India.

A captivating melodious anthem-like Iconic musical montage leaves us ‘Goosebumped’, pulls that magical deep sense of belonging to India, of being an Indian, out of our tired, jaded mundane systems {which usually are stuck with personal ambitions, pursuits and everyday priorities), stirs up the ‘idle or unused or unattended or unfelt’  passion in us for our motherland, and pumps up adequate supply of energy to make our hearts beat faster for the country, … every time, without fail!  

Cut back to 2010’s disenchantingly disgraceful ‘Excessively Bollywoodised’ flight of fancy (the first YouTube video), which could easily be termed as a reckless/mindless conspiracy against the classic, a parody of the classic, because of its heavy doses of Bollywood, its families, brainless dudes in non-ethnic attire, with their faces frozen in thick layers of ludicrous melodrama and their arms wide open against the blue skies..can we afford to forget the babes-n- nymphets in predictable poses with their endless limbs locked in some awkward angle and plastic smiles plastered all over their clueless faces, swaying their heads like some directionless vines in harsh winds…n of course, we have  married n fading whatever* stars {who push around anti-ageing range} flaunting their excessively celebrated blahs…? are not we tired of watching these all-pervasive mindlessly numbing red-carpet n limelight hungry Bollywood gangs who represented India, one of the BRIC economies…wonder, where are those ICONS n elegant personalities who are making {working towards} India an emerging economy n a force that cant be ignored…where is the representation of the spirit that challenges the status quo? where is the representation of relentless burning fire of youthful aspirations and  mindset? where is the representation of our country’s unifying thought/religion,i.e. Cricket, where is the representation of our National sport, Hockey, where is the glimpse of  Tigers, Elephants, woh bacha kucha green space …have these folks spent some time at the banks of the rivers, which are flowing despite being harassed, polluted by humans or being haunted by draught…have they spent some time thinking n constructing the vividness of modern India? why did they restrict their thinking (limited) to Bollywood and a few gullies here n there? 

This, indeed, is a chaotic version of the rich classic ‘Mile Sur…’ a fabulously mastercrafted tale that celebrated national integration and unity in diversity.

This damn thing of 2010 left me feeling sick, nonchalant, uninspired, tortured {cause this abominable abberation is potent enough to destroy the memorable elements of the Original piece}, disconnected, bored …dude, yet another blah blah that has some zombies faking something that’s difficult to grasp! You do not FEEL  for this fake thing, you do not FEEL CONNECT with this fake thing, you do not EMPATHIZE with this damn thing …why, you know? the epic, the real classic has ICONS melting into the spirit of India, while this fake thing has everyone trying/pushing to show their Individual aura {if they have any, perhaps I should use a basic term like imagery}/tendency/highly annoying trademarkish bodily distortions/**#$$$@@@…. 

Certain degree of relief, certain sense of depth came to me because of Juhi, Elegant Shobhana, Kavita Krishnamurthy and her husband, Olympic Champions (n those in the making), a few South Indian stars/celebrities reflecting the region’s sensibilities.

Click this link…’viewers feel the new Mile Sur Mera…has not done justice to national icons. Where are the fighters like Sourav Ganguly and Sachin Tendulkar? Where is our eminent scientist A.P.J Abdul Kalam? Where are our prize-winning authors? Is ‘Mile sur’ only for artistes? What is Deepika Padukone doing showing her legs. Sania Mirza should have been there. Where is Vishwanathan Anand, Leander Paes, Rajyavardhan Rathore?’

….Parts attached to Deepika, Ash-Abhi, Ranbir and SRK make no sense and are just forced into the video! well said! Some honest soul-searching is definitely required, to be embarked upon by the creators, conceptualisers and a majority of faces flaunted in this rendition. A quick browse through the Twitter streets and YouTube can lead you to the feverish pitch of criticism at this whatever piece of creation ….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFE6qQ3ySXE 

{click this to watch quite a refreshing view of the world around}

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
and look a bit harder
cause we’re so uninspired
so sick and tired
of all the hatred you harbor

so you say it’s not okay to be gay
well I think you’re just evil
you’re just some racist who can’t tie my laces
you’re point of view is medieval

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

fuckufuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

do you get, do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?
you want to be like your father
it’s approval you’re after
well that’s not how you’ll find itfuck2

do you, do you really enjoy living a life that’s so hateful
cause there’s a hole where your soul should be
you’re losing control of it
and it’s really distastefulfuck3

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
and look a bit harder
cause we’re so uninspired
so sick and tired
of all the hatred you harbor

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause we hate what you do
and we hate your whole crew
so please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very very much
cause your words don’t translate
and it’s getting quite late
so please don’t stay in touch

 

MJ

A legendary Performer who enjoyed immeasurably high universal appeal, i.e. cutting across the masses and the classes.., like a democratic world of mood-uplifting musical entertainment! Michael Jackson left a great legacy behind with his heartfelt music, which pulled most of us into its energizing spell {the most basic and sought after benefit that one seeks from music}, which was not demanding on the systems {not the kind for which one have to pull out those repulsive hats of intellectualism}…MJ’s legendary singles were integral a part of my teenage years, …’Break-dance’, ‘Thriller’, ‘Beat it’ and ‘Billy Jean’ became teen-anthems, something so exotic, which did not sound like the regular stuff that we were surrounded with. His ‘Liberian Girl’ lived on my lips when I was struggling with a huge crush in a feverish pace over my junior …Most of his performances [music videos] were ahead of their times and backed with uniquely rendered or articulated concepts….they were like mini-movies! tales of longing, tales of flirtatious expeditions in the streets – a few streaked with thrillers, jubiliant celebration of world culture, gang fights, The Taste of Americana to the rest of the world, Pepsi Generation across many countries….I am older now and had moved to more meaningful and soulful {soul-searching} music, but I still would love to go back to the MJ Phase in my life, when for the first time ever, like many teenagers, I tasted the Americana, I became a part of a bigger world out there about which I read a lot…then came the first MTV surge…MJ was the first music idol that we used to talk about while cycling down to the college, and of course, listening to his songs was one amongst those rebellious acts launched against our parents….perhaps, MJ music, then, was an accessible western music based indulgence for me, a young girl from a sleepy town, who was untouched by the impact of Urbanization  – a grown up kid-woman with not so grown up like attitude, blissful n content with something relatable n basic!

“With Michael, as with any superstar, reality and fantasy are totally confused,” says John Landis. “It’s very difficult to remain sane. I think he’s doing the right thing by cutting himself off from the press, because the press tends to write what it wants anyway. But I tell you, I really like him a lot. He’s very smart; he’s a very nice man.”….Cover story RollingStone

May his soul rest in eternal peace!

Do You Remember
When We Fell In Love
We Were Young
And Innocent Then
Do You Remember
How It All Began
It Just Seemed Like Heaven
So Why Did It End?

Do You Remember
Back In The Fall
We’d Be Together
All Day Long
Do You Remember
Us Holding Hands
In Each Other’s Eyes
We’d Stare
(Tell Me)

Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time
When We First Met
Do You Remember The Time
When We Fell In Love
Do You Remember The Time

fightclubposter

{link : The Track…..} Dust Brothers!

And you open the door and you step inside
We’re inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That’s right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don’t think so
 
This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time
 
This isn’t a seminar, this isn’t a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is appaling, everything is falling apart
 
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it’s ending one-minute at a time
 
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world
 
You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki’s
 
You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless
 
I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may
 
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn’t get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it’s ending one-minute at a time
 
You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
 
Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

 

afewsmallrepairs 

I love them and I love to sing along with them. Both the performances are not about happy, sunny and bright things in the life. They are about that intriguing sense of emptiness, discomforting sense of desperation, told in simple slice-of-day fashion. They do not slip into deeper seas of despair over the disheartening realities in life, in relationships. But they articulate that bloody damn attitude of hugging bitterness in life to create a hauntingly charming world of motifs, intelligently crafted words around it

 

{link : Shawn Colvin – Sunny Came Home}

 

 

Sunny came home to her favorite room
Sunny sat down in the kitchen
She opened a book and a box of tools
Sunny came home with a mission
She says days go by I’m hypnotized
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the firesunnycamehome
Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn’t believe in transcendence
It’s time for a few small repairs she said
Sunny came home with a vengeance
She says days go by I don’t know why
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire

Get the kids and bring a sweater
Dry is good and wind is better
Count the years, you always knew it
Strike a match, go on and do it

Days go by I’m hypnotized
I’m walking on a wire
I close my eyes and fly out of my mind
Into the fire
Light the sky and hold on tight
The world is burning down
She’s out there on her own and she’s alright
Sunny came home
Sunny came home…sunnycamehome-1

 

 

 

 

cowboys

Oh you get me ready in your 56 chevy
Why don’t we go sit down in the shade
Take shelter on my front porch
The dandy lion sun scorching,
Like a glass of cold lemonade
I will do the laundry if you pay all the bills

CHORUS:

Where is my John Wayne
Where is my prairie son
Where is my happy ending
Where have all the cowboys gone

Why don’t you stay the evening
Kick back and watch the TV
And I’ll fix a little something to eat
Oh I know your back hurts from working on the tractor
How do you take your coffee my sweet
I will raise the children if you pay all the bills

Chorus

I am wearing my new dress tonight
But you don’t, but you don’t even notice me
Say our goodbyes
Say our goodbyes
Say our goodbyes

We finally sold the chevy
When we had another baby
And you took the job in tennessee
You made friends at the farm
And you joined them at the bar
Almost every single day of the week
I will wash the dishes while you go have a beer

Chorus

Where is my Marlboro man
Where is his shiny gun
Where is my lonely ranger
Where have all the cowboys gone
Where have all the cowboys gone
Where have all the cowboys gone

Yippee aw, yippee yea (6 times)cowboys-11

It’s like a Soothing get-away !

How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me.
Its like a book elegantly bound but in a language that you can’t read, just yet.narrowstairs

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love,
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love,
I will possess your heart.

There are days when outside your window, I see my reflection as I slowly pass
And I long for this mirrored perspective when we’ll be lovers, lovers at last.ns-1

You gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love, I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love, I will possess your heart.

You reject my advances and desperate plea. I won’t let you let me down so easily. So easily

You gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love, I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love. You gotta spend some time with me,
and I know that you’ll find love,

{if the Youtube link does not play, click this I will possess your heart.}

I will possess your heartns-2

“As you go about the world, oblivious to the surrounds, all alone, weaving your way through people, unknown faces, strangers who you are least interested to know about, a gust of loneliness pinches your cheeks, on the escalator…you stand with your arms wrapped around your breasts, warm tears well up in your eyes, and you look around to find someone….lRemember one thing : You are not Alone. Your life is not shrouded by loneliness that can not be measured in words, but to be felt, doled out in tears, Remember, there’s always someone who loves you, in some corner of the world. Someone who you love dearly, who you want to love you” – Jyo    

{Play it lou-reed-low-rider}

{Play it US3 – Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia) (1993)}

Fabulous beats! Get up and Swing to them!…in the bed room

🙂

“Baby, you’ve been going so crazy

Lately nothing seems to be going right

Solo, why do you have to get so low

youre so…

Youve been waiting in the sun too long
But if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
For the love you bring wont mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing
Colder, crying on your shoulder
Hold her, and tell her everythings gonna be fine….” {link : Travis Sing}

I can take or leave it, won’t be the woebegone
Don’t need a model universe to hang your pictures on.
You hide somewhere, you die somewhere
And then this senseless thought,
By hating more you’re feeling more
And that’s how you get caught.They’re never going to make it easy
Of this you can be sure.
I greet you from the wilderness,
I’ll stay inside your door.

There’s no cage or prison, they have no fence too tall,
You die more times that anyone, there’s still no place to fall.

They’re never going to keep it simple
This comes down from above.
I have no helm, no secret realm,
I dream to be at the heart of love, a part of love.

I bet you can conceal it, but that’s just a dead-end track,
I’ll cover you like the driven snow and then I’ll bring you back.
You’ll see ! you feel like, you feel like a banner,
Unfurled and gently blown,
And there before your opening eyes
The self you’ve never known.

They’re never going to make it easy
Of this you can be sure.
You feel untied, beatified
And loved for ever more

 

{Play :Breakthrough – Richard Wright & David Gilmour}   

{Play :Against the Odds},  {Play :Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii – Echoes},  

& Send in your memories

 

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