a recent observation that must be jotted down. bollywood music has undergone several institutional changes over the time i've grown up. i (and many fellow men n women) do not remember relishing any of the songs generated in end-80s. some caught on to the anand-milind wagon but mostly the rehab took place with nadeem-shravan. lovely melodies rendered by sanu-paudwal pair (at least they used to sound like). jatin-lalit followed, anu malik made his presence felt once in awhile..and a few others till the ARR big-bang. n of course then SEL, n at least two unsung heroes: shandilya n chowta.
ARR brought in heavy arrangements characterisitic of west, mostly not compromising on melodies (lyrics devta to mazaar mein hi karvate badlenge). and others followed, each in their own ways. still, the discussions on pancham yahoogroups, occasional play of o-sajna (lata) or ye jeevan hai (kk) or well farrukh on radio4 do remind me of wot has been lost, never to return. so how do we decipher properties of music of 60's,70's or b4, which have been lost? where does the contemporary bolly stuff stand in respect to them? imo, contemporary can do little but rediscover the old. only the toolsets vary. one needs to love it hard.
hoho, i digressed. RDB had a flair for arrangements, unique percussional styles, sounds. much like shivmani. so, not going beyond percussions for the above comparison, lets c wot happened. when musicians in 60s 70s went beyond tabla n basic dholak, they mostly stuck to triples n loud snares. iso except RDB nobody seemed to experiment much and i guess his percussional expts made him deserve quite a lot of his accolades. 80's had him already established. (ah.the story of 80's remains to be written). laxmikant-pyarelal overthrew the likes of shankar-jaikishen n captured the bollywood territory right through 70s to 90s till when NS, AM etc came with fresh sounds. imo, this monopoly was cause of much musical downgrade right thru 80s till the final emancipation by arr etc. of course, their genious gave birth to amazing numbers (suno sajna papihe ne..etc) and yet it survived a lot on dholak, the bland foot-tapping mediocre percussion instrument. (alright my hate for LP's mediocrity makes me hate the instrument even more). dholak is deprived of bass of tabla and misc drums while its enthusiasm can run a whole big show on its own. a lot of despicable 80 numbers owed their crudeness to this instrument and LP for some reason overused it. (in fact, the whole aural ambience of ghai movies like ram lakhan reeks of dholak n improvisation around it, compare with yaadein or qsqt or dil hai ke maanta nahin). slowly with NS, and arr n of course misc classical-funk-hariharan,piyaBasanti,arr,remixes( yes i renamed classical-rock genre) contributions, dholak was shelved (or at least demoted) and more versatile instruments/arrangements took over. cello n piano provide superb basses. of course, overdone arrangements are the bane of our existence now.
i cud go on about the terrible bad influence of dholak on bollywood music but it can also be observed that it was more of a common man instrument, one with which the ordinary population cud easily identify. and so were the themes of such movies then. sophisticated percussions lend some quantity of grandeur to the theme, making them more posh, urbane or wotever u mite call them. again, perhaps this change has been possible becos of the increasing fascination of bollywood movies with urban culture (n then NRI culture). hoho, and now i guess that all above distaste for dholak mite have grown out of the my urban psyche.
and altho i'm not too much into being a fan of RDB, it appears to me that the contemporary percussions indeed have his musical lineage and if we had him, we cud have really mind-blowing contemporary bollywood music. (well, same cud be said abt KK or lata, but then musical composition abilities dont depreciate as fast as vocal)
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Saturday, June 26, 2004
aao naa..
this blog appears to be completely abandoned after its relatively recent resurrection at blogspot. shayad work, shayad movies, shayad dono, hoho.
i've exhausted the bollywood export list - finished dev yest nite. quite appealing if u disregard the occasional mumble of fardeen khan. of course the best item is the vaartalaap between ab n omPuri..amazingly slick even tho the scenes are rite out of stage. omPuri's standpoint appears neglected after a while n maybe nihalini doesnt put in that much effort to bring out his shades with the surprise death at the end. of course, characters can be understood in rivetting discussions on the porch outside the theatre but its the director's job to prevent us from doing so. kareena has the same yuva-no-makeup-kindof look. even tho she continues to look worse, seems she has quite mastered her getting-into-the-character abilities since she tried portraying a whore in chameli.
kyun ho gaya na audio is out, so is dhaani. i hope ripped mp3s of dhaani wud be soon available. hoho. KHGN boasts of this melodious aao na (yo sandhna sargam, nobody can sing soft romantic nos like her) among usual hi-pitch jing bang of SEL. pyaar mein sau uljhanen has the ballad-jinglish feeling to it (MIO calls it alfresco ambience of marching beats, i agree that there is little of self-congratulatory flourish which perhaps makes me like them). not so surprisingly SEL's music (when it is not so deep in melody, notably DCH n armaan in recent times) borders on either shankarM's hi-pitch duniya-ko-bataaaaanaaaa-haiiiiiiiiiii or strongly conversational jingles. cf. also kuch na kaho. KHNK was an external influence undoubtedly: heavy arrangements with a techno-touch. these days SEL trio appears to be overworked beyond their creative potential.
aah n hyd blues 2 is also in the making. audio is a mishmash charac of nagesh kukunoor, however 2 classical-rock(hoho) pieces by fuzon stand out: both mora saiyaan mose bole na n tere bina are semi-classical pieces with backing percussions. ghatam again shows up in mora saiyaan, wonder if they've been always using it or it is me. hazaron khwahishen aisi too delved into semi-classical genre altho i think svanand kirkire is strictly more trained than fuzon or strings. order(less semi-classical): svanand -> fuzon -> strings. (i'm conveniently forgetting kailash kher n misc others) interesting to observe that the pakistani bands are the ones who are indeed bringing out the full-blown classical rock genre. compare with silk route or lucky ali, who sound more western. hariharan's attempts in colonial cousins were among those who founded this genre. he didnt follow much upon that except the one-n-only kaash which came around the same period. misc other ppl that i can name off-hand: sandeep chowta- mitti, sandesh shandilya (hmm now u know!). and again, inspite of their classical base both strings n fuzon are high on melodious content too.
n finally, an interesting article on comingOfAge of sex in indian movies. the themes have got an extremely mature treatment at hands of competent directors. article misses the fire n some others. movies like boom n gf are crassy commercialisation of the concept appealing to both base-senses of the audience, sex n masala. s'one needs to render a more mature take or perhaps pull off a remake of some of those earlier-ahead-of-times movies in event of greater liberalisation of minds of desi population n censor board.
ah..there is so much to write when i come down to it. several new remixes have come up on the scene. contrary to usual public opinion, i strongly support this medium (here i wrote abt it long back) of throwing light back on longLostForgotten songs, provided you do it well, in style n with full elegance. (too many constraints i guess, hoho). few notable ones:
bombay vikings: chor do aanchal album.
?: saiyaan dil mein aana
?: kabhi aar kabhi paar (a mega-surprise item. wonder how cud sb's creative instincts recognise the foot-tapping potential of this old nasal suraiya number hoho)
mahalaxmi iyer: bhor bhaye panghat pe (from satyamShivamSundaram, preservations attempts for lata's voice are notable)
i've exhausted the bollywood export list - finished dev yest nite. quite appealing if u disregard the occasional mumble of fardeen khan. of course the best item is the vaartalaap between ab n omPuri..amazingly slick even tho the scenes are rite out of stage. omPuri's standpoint appears neglected after a while n maybe nihalini doesnt put in that much effort to bring out his shades with the surprise death at the end. of course, characters can be understood in rivetting discussions on the porch outside the theatre but its the director's job to prevent us from doing so. kareena has the same yuva-no-makeup-kindof look. even tho she continues to look worse, seems she has quite mastered her getting-into-the-character abilities since she tried portraying a whore in chameli.
kyun ho gaya na audio is out, so is dhaani. i hope ripped mp3s of dhaani wud be soon available. hoho. KHGN boasts of this melodious aao na (yo sandhna sargam, nobody can sing soft romantic nos like her) among usual hi-pitch jing bang of SEL. pyaar mein sau uljhanen has the ballad-jinglish feeling to it (MIO calls it alfresco ambience of marching beats, i agree that there is little of self-congratulatory flourish which perhaps makes me like them). not so surprisingly SEL's music (when it is not so deep in melody, notably DCH n armaan in recent times) borders on either shankarM's hi-pitch duniya-ko-bataaaaanaaaa-haiiiiiiiiiii or strongly conversational jingles. cf. also kuch na kaho. KHNK was an external influence undoubtedly: heavy arrangements with a techno-touch. these days SEL trio appears to be overworked beyond their creative potential.
aah n hyd blues 2 is also in the making. audio is a mishmash charac of nagesh kukunoor, however 2 classical-rock(hoho) pieces by fuzon stand out: both mora saiyaan mose bole na n tere bina are semi-classical pieces with backing percussions. ghatam again shows up in mora saiyaan, wonder if they've been always using it or it is me. hazaron khwahishen aisi too delved into semi-classical genre altho i think svanand kirkire is strictly more trained than fuzon or strings. order(less semi-classical): svanand -> fuzon -> strings. (i'm conveniently forgetting kailash kher n misc others) interesting to observe that the pakistani bands are the ones who are indeed bringing out the full-blown classical rock genre. compare with silk route or lucky ali, who sound more western. hariharan's attempts in colonial cousins were among those who founded this genre. he didnt follow much upon that except the one-n-only kaash which came around the same period. misc other ppl that i can name off-hand: sandeep chowta- mitti, sandesh shandilya (hmm now u know!). and again, inspite of their classical base both strings n fuzon are high on melodious content too.
n finally, an interesting article on comingOfAge of sex in indian movies. the themes have got an extremely mature treatment at hands of competent directors. article misses the fire n some others. movies like boom n gf are crassy commercialisation of the concept appealing to both base-senses of the audience, sex n masala. s'one needs to render a more mature take or perhaps pull off a remake of some of those earlier-ahead-of-times movies in event of greater liberalisation of minds of desi population n censor board.
ah..there is so much to write when i come down to it. several new remixes have come up on the scene. contrary to usual public opinion, i strongly support this medium (here i wrote abt it long back) of throwing light back on longLostForgotten songs, provided you do it well, in style n with full elegance. (too many constraints i guess, hoho). few notable ones:
bombay vikings: chor do aanchal album.
?: saiyaan dil mein aana
?: kabhi aar kabhi paar (a mega-surprise item. wonder how cud sb's creative instincts recognise the foot-tapping potential of this old nasal suraiya number hoho)
mahalaxmi iyer: bhor bhaye panghat pe (from satyamShivamSundaram, preservations attempts for lata's voice are notable)
Monday, June 07, 2004
Kahaani poori filmi hai
vyaktigat vikaas, ya punarjanam ka aabhaas,
sarvshresth wo hai, jisme hai jeene ki aas.
aaj kuch khaab, is blog-e-mehfil mein share karna chahoonga..aapke muntazar..
The protagonists : ekta kapoor - u know who she is, and ek shaks -- no prizes here too.
ekta kapoor -- main aayin hoon aapke paas, aapke kareeb, ek haseen sapna lekar.
ekshaks -- aapki khwahishon ko avashya anjaam milega mohtarma. yahan se koi khaali haath na lauta aaj talak.
ekta -- aapke short stories padhe, bade madmast hain. kahiye to inhe hi...
ekshaks -- are are..aisa hargiz na sochiyega. humare gine-chune readers ka kya hoga?
ekta -- accha, haan. kahin kisi roz ... na na paap lagega.
ekshaks -- eggjactly. Par aapki nazar dhoondhti kise hai?
ekta -- The rich do not need values, the poor do not have time for them. It is middle-class values that my serials are about.
ekshaks -- ho ho. (restraining his smile with enormous difficulty). (gambhir vachan) bhagwan buddha bhi middle-path mein believe karte the.
ekta -- hmm. maano ya na maano, meri kutumb bhi kahani ghar ghar ki hi kehti firti hai.
ekshaks -- bahot khoob. khair abhi is blog ki kahani likh loon, fir baatein hongi, mulaqatein hongi.
ekta -- blog? ye kaisa be sar-pair ka naam hua? kaun padhega us naamakool ki kahaani?
ekshaks -- nahi nahi..aap jaisa soch..
ekta -- aapse aise gair-zimmedaaraana harkat ki apeksha na thi.
ekshaks -- asthir na hoiye. vaisa kuch nahi hai.
ekta -- to fir kya hai? zaroor aapke recent readings ka prabhaav hai. kya padh rahe the "pi"..life of "pi"?
ekshaks -- ji. vaastav mein blog koi manushya nahi. ye ek web-based duniya hai -- blogworld kahen to behtar hoga.
ekta -- umhmm..getting interesting.
ekshaks -- (adding graveness to his tone) jee, kaafi interesting hai. yahan log bilkul unrestrained manner mein apne thoughts ko blabber karte hain. wo bhi khule-aam. koi dekhiye war of the nations pe tippani kar raha, aur koi apni gilehri ki taareef. kisi ko apne masterpiece ki padi hai aur koi apne sybaritic shabdon ko kifaayat se pesh kar raha hai. baarish aur msn messenger ki guftgoo aajkal ki hot picks of the day hain.
ekta -- wah wah. I envision entertainment for the masses..without the "saas"es.
ekshaks -- (genuine smile) ji, (grim)kaafi dil-chasp hai blog-world ki baatein.(deep sigh, chehre pe halki chanchalta)
ekta -- (a sly smile lighting up her face) are-are..humse na chipaao ae shaks. kuch to hai tumhare dil mein. bolo na. ab bol bhi do.
ekshaks -- (loud retort) nahi chalega tumhara ye roz-din ka emotional blackmail. Did I get any credit at all for all those scripts? sab kuch chura liya tumne..sab kuch! (puts down his gloomy head on the table)
ekta -- (caressing his hair) shaks, ae shaks! aisa nahi kehte. acknowledgement mein daala tha na naam. ae shaks..suno na suno na.
ekshaks - (pulls up grudgingly) kya? (again hides his face)
ekta - accha is baar vaada karti hoon. script section mein bold verdana font mein tumhara naam hoga.
ekshaks -- sach? (his broad smile asking for reassurance)
ekta -- aur kya? and u always wanted to compose na..i'll have a song every episode. u n only u wud write, compose n even sing them if u want..except perhaps if u want ur jaggu da to sing one of them.
ekshaks -- jaggu da!! (jumps up on his seat with excitement).
----- Intermission ---
I guess this is already too long..ho ho. (To be contd.)
--------- Intermission Over ------
[Recap : Pls read the upper part]
ekta -- kyun tumhe ghulam ali chahiye?
ekshaks -- (splitting with delight) nahi nahi..jagjit singh thik hai..acche hain. Tum kitni pyaari ho ekta.(touches her cheeks lovingly)
ekta -- (turning away..loud retort) jaao bewafa sanam..abhi itne tohmat lagaaye..i stole all naa? blackmail kiya na tumhe?
ekshaks -- na na jaan. (pleading miserably) tumse hi to hain saari aatishbaaziyan mere jeevan ki. kaho to aasmaan se chaand taare bhi tod laaon tumhare liye..jaan.
ekta -- chore rehne do. kya khaak laaoge aasmaan se taare. (glancing at the desk) ye kya khaa-ma-kha syaahi barbaad kar rahe ho?
ekshaks -- (ray of hope in his eyes) ye nayi story likh raha hoon. blogs ki duniya ke baare mein. kahaani blogworld ki.
ekta -- (trying to hide her ecstasy on the familiar sounding title..continues chiding) tum aur tumhara blogworld. koi masses wali nahi likh sakte yahan USA mein baithkar -- like..dating kiya to darna kya, sautan bhi kabhi tawaayaf thi etc etc.
ekshaks -- (flustered..again collectin himself) are suno to jaan. idhar..haan.(draws a chair..coaxing voice) haan idhar baitho to. tumne dil hi dil mein dekhi hai?
ekta (roothi jhoothi moothi) -- wo kya hia?
ekshaks -- accha..to fir you've got mail..ya fir mujhse dosti karoge to dekhi hogi?
ekta -- hmm..MDK..such a lovely concept na..over the mails..
ekshaks -- (rejuvenated...with greater zeal..) hmm..I've drawn inspiration from all of those. But, kaafi different hai meri kahaani.
ekta -- (with more interest) o really? mere bhole shaks..(plays with his cheeks).(seductive tone) kaho na..kya hai tumhari kahaani..kaho naa.
ekshaks -- (sobers his tone again) My story centres around the blog-world. Do main paatra hain. Ek blogger ladka -- a poor literary genious studying at MIT..aur ek ladki, the stunning damsel with THE template, working as a consultant in SFO..dono blog likhte hain. Dono or tanhaayee hai..aawaarapan, banjaarapan hai. The first thing that the guy does on waking up is reading her blogs (cos she writes at night) and she, inevitably drools over his before goin to bed(cos there is this 3 hr time difference).
ekta -- how romantic!! kuch kehna hai tumse, accha title rahega naa?? ya fir, kuch to hai, zaroor! !!
ekshaks -- (his pride showin on his smiling face) yesss!! haan haan. (tone changes again) and he wud be the first to comment on her blogs..and she wud shower him with praises for every word that he utters. They would have all the blogs in common, and like..their comments wud complement each other everywhere..
ekta -- yes i know..like painting the town in red..
ekshaks -- yes, eggjactly. slowly, they start exchanging emails. He would write his heart out n she wud drool over his each written word. One day, the guy suggests trying the instant messenger...she's at heights of ecstacy.(she wondered all these days..the dumb genious cudn't come up with that b4)..and they talk..n talk..
ekta -- ahaa..(dreams of the padma-shree) a chart-topper already..but (wiring her brows) don't u think they're getting way too talkative?
ekshaks -- hmm..(again gathering himself) u'll manage that dear..i know ur good at it..throw in a couple of other readers..a friend of hers..a rival of his..the blogger underworld don..then there is always this saas..i know u can do it, jaan.
ekta -- (refreshing smile sweeping across her face) u really think so?
ekshaks -- of course dear. and then in flashback u cud show them playing with mitti together in a dungy mumbai chawl. we'll get a bonanza hit out of this.
ekta -- We? (collecting quickly)..aah yes yes. They'll make you an overnight hero for this damn good script.
ekshaks -- (blushes..drools.) really..I knew you were my bestest friend, ekta.
and thus she departs, swept with joy, with the next crowd-puller script in her hands, never to return.
My heart cries for the Shaks.
sarvshresth wo hai, jisme hai jeene ki aas.
aaj kuch khaab, is blog-e-mehfil mein share karna chahoonga..aapke muntazar..
The protagonists : ekta kapoor - u know who she is, and ek shaks -- no prizes here too.
ekta kapoor -- main aayin hoon aapke paas, aapke kareeb, ek haseen sapna lekar.
ekshaks -- aapki khwahishon ko avashya anjaam milega mohtarma. yahan se koi khaali haath na lauta aaj talak.
ekta -- aapke short stories padhe, bade madmast hain. kahiye to inhe hi...
ekshaks -- are are..aisa hargiz na sochiyega. humare gine-chune readers ka kya hoga?
ekta -- accha, haan. kahin kisi roz ... na na paap lagega.
ekshaks -- eggjactly. Par aapki nazar dhoondhti kise hai?
ekta -- The rich do not need values, the poor do not have time for them. It is middle-class values that my serials are about.
ekshaks -- ho ho. (restraining his smile with enormous difficulty). (gambhir vachan) bhagwan buddha bhi middle-path mein believe karte the.
ekta -- hmm. maano ya na maano, meri kutumb bhi kahani ghar ghar ki hi kehti firti hai.
ekshaks -- bahot khoob. khair abhi is blog ki kahani likh loon, fir baatein hongi, mulaqatein hongi.
ekta -- blog? ye kaisa be sar-pair ka naam hua? kaun padhega us naamakool ki kahaani?
ekshaks -- nahi nahi..aap jaisa soch..
ekta -- aapse aise gair-zimmedaaraana harkat ki apeksha na thi.
ekshaks -- asthir na hoiye. vaisa kuch nahi hai.
ekta -- to fir kya hai? zaroor aapke recent readings ka prabhaav hai. kya padh rahe the "pi"..life of "pi"?
ekshaks -- ji. vaastav mein blog koi manushya nahi. ye ek web-based duniya hai -- blogworld kahen to behtar hoga.
ekta -- umhmm..getting interesting.
ekshaks -- (adding graveness to his tone) jee, kaafi interesting hai. yahan log bilkul unrestrained manner mein apne thoughts ko blabber karte hain. wo bhi khule-aam. koi dekhiye war of the nations pe tippani kar raha, aur koi apni gilehri ki taareef. kisi ko apne masterpiece ki padi hai aur koi apne sybaritic shabdon ko kifaayat se pesh kar raha hai. baarish aur msn messenger ki guftgoo aajkal ki hot picks of the day hain.
ekta -- wah wah. I envision entertainment for the masses..without the "saas"es.
ekshaks -- (genuine smile) ji, (grim)kaafi dil-chasp hai blog-world ki baatein.(deep sigh, chehre pe halki chanchalta)
ekta -- (a sly smile lighting up her face) are-are..humse na chipaao ae shaks. kuch to hai tumhare dil mein. bolo na. ab bol bhi do.
ekshaks -- (loud retort) nahi chalega tumhara ye roz-din ka emotional blackmail. Did I get any credit at all for all those scripts? sab kuch chura liya tumne..sab kuch! (puts down his gloomy head on the table)
ekta -- (caressing his hair) shaks, ae shaks! aisa nahi kehte. acknowledgement mein daala tha na naam. ae shaks..suno na suno na.
ekshaks - (pulls up grudgingly) kya? (again hides his face)
ekta - accha is baar vaada karti hoon. script section mein bold verdana font mein tumhara naam hoga.
ekshaks -- sach? (his broad smile asking for reassurance)
ekta -- aur kya? and u always wanted to compose na..i'll have a song every episode. u n only u wud write, compose n even sing them if u want..except perhaps if u want ur jaggu da to sing one of them.
ekshaks -- jaggu da!! (jumps up on his seat with excitement).
----- Intermission ---
I guess this is already too long..ho ho. (To be contd.)
--------- Intermission Over ------
[Recap : Pls read the upper part]
ekta -- kyun tumhe ghulam ali chahiye?
ekshaks -- (splitting with delight) nahi nahi..jagjit singh thik hai..acche hain. Tum kitni pyaari ho ekta.(touches her cheeks lovingly)
ekta -- (turning away..loud retort) jaao bewafa sanam..abhi itne tohmat lagaaye..i stole all naa? blackmail kiya na tumhe?
ekshaks -- na na jaan. (pleading miserably) tumse hi to hain saari aatishbaaziyan mere jeevan ki. kaho to aasmaan se chaand taare bhi tod laaon tumhare liye..jaan.
ekta -- chore rehne do. kya khaak laaoge aasmaan se taare. (glancing at the desk) ye kya khaa-ma-kha syaahi barbaad kar rahe ho?
ekshaks -- (ray of hope in his eyes) ye nayi story likh raha hoon. blogs ki duniya ke baare mein. kahaani blogworld ki.
ekta -- (trying to hide her ecstasy on the familiar sounding title..continues chiding) tum aur tumhara blogworld. koi masses wali nahi likh sakte yahan USA mein baithkar -- like..dating kiya to darna kya, sautan bhi kabhi tawaayaf thi etc etc.
ekshaks -- (flustered..again collectin himself) are suno to jaan. idhar..haan.(draws a chair..coaxing voice) haan idhar baitho to. tumne dil hi dil mein dekhi hai?
ekta (roothi jhoothi moothi) -- wo kya hia?
ekshaks -- accha..to fir you've got mail..ya fir mujhse dosti karoge to dekhi hogi?
ekta -- hmm..MDK..such a lovely concept na..over the mails..
ekshaks -- (rejuvenated...with greater zeal..) hmm..I've drawn inspiration from all of those. But, kaafi different hai meri kahaani.
ekta -- (with more interest) o really? mere bhole shaks..(plays with his cheeks).(seductive tone) kaho na..kya hai tumhari kahaani..kaho naa.
ekshaks -- (sobers his tone again) My story centres around the blog-world. Do main paatra hain. Ek blogger ladka -- a poor literary genious studying at MIT..aur ek ladki, the stunning damsel with THE template, working as a consultant in SFO..dono blog likhte hain. Dono or tanhaayee hai..aawaarapan, banjaarapan hai. The first thing that the guy does on waking up is reading her blogs (cos she writes at night) and she, inevitably drools over his before goin to bed(cos there is this 3 hr time difference).
ekta -- how romantic!! kuch kehna hai tumse, accha title rahega naa?? ya fir, kuch to hai, zaroor! !!
ekshaks -- (his pride showin on his smiling face) yesss!! haan haan. (tone changes again) and he wud be the first to comment on her blogs..and she wud shower him with praises for every word that he utters. They would have all the blogs in common, and like..their comments wud complement each other everywhere..
ekta -- yes i know..like painting the town in red..
ekshaks -- yes, eggjactly. slowly, they start exchanging emails. He would write his heart out n she wud drool over his each written word. One day, the guy suggests trying the instant messenger...she's at heights of ecstacy.(she wondered all these days..the dumb genious cudn't come up with that b4)..and they talk..n talk..
ekta -- ahaa..(dreams of the padma-shree) a chart-topper already..but (wiring her brows) don't u think they're getting way too talkative?
ekshaks -- hmm..(again gathering himself) u'll manage that dear..i know ur good at it..throw in a couple of other readers..a friend of hers..a rival of his..the blogger underworld don..then there is always this saas..i know u can do it, jaan.
ekta -- (refreshing smile sweeping across her face) u really think so?
ekshaks -- of course dear. and then in flashback u cud show them playing with mitti together in a dungy mumbai chawl. we'll get a bonanza hit out of this.
ekta -- We? (collecting quickly)..aah yes yes. They'll make you an overnight hero for this damn good script.
ekshaks -- (blushes..drools.) really..I knew you were my bestest friend, ekta.
and thus she departs, swept with joy, with the next crowd-puller script in her hands, never to return.
My heart cries for the Shaks.
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