Posted on: May 10, 2009 - 6:07 am


I don’t know how it happens, and may be it’s to do with the altitude, but sitting here in the mountains I feel like I have a “higher perspective”. Sanctimonious as it sounds, it’s true. I think the fact of the matter is that, somehow, our perspectives get braided with “practicality”, the voices of the “experts” and others who pretend to know. But no one really does know. No one knows if what they will make or create will turn out the way they imagined, no one knows if anyone will see it the way they saw it, it will work with the viewers and in some cases no one knows if it will even translate from the mind to something physical. And so, in the abyss of”not knowing”, the only thing that can hold true is one’s internal vision. Purifying it. Believing in it, nurturing it….

I want to thank Orijit and Chetan; their words are kind and so true. I am all ready working on my next film; it’s a script that is very dear to me, it’s called “Kajarya”. I am trying to look at it afresh and at the same time take some of the relevant lessons I learnt while making Mere Khwabon Mein Jo Aaye. I have no superimposed expectations from the film (like I did the last time - I pegged so much on Mere khwabon Mein Jo Aaye) as yet, I am hoping to just make the film well…that’s all!

But for now, I am up here, in Kasauli; I just met my daughter and spent last evening with her. There was a show at her school and she danced beautifully. I feel still and blissful…Tomorrow I will descend in to real life again.

 

4 Responses to “It’s sunday in the mountains”

  1. mandakini says:

    return
    to the world without
    rooted
    in the world within

  2. raj says:

    aah…i have been desperately waiting for the movie

  3. admin says:

    Raj it”s all ready released here in India. But perhaps you can get the DVD.

  4. Saans jaane bojh kaise jivan ka dhoti rahi
    Nayan bin ashru rahe par zindagi roti rahi.

    Ek mahal ke bistare pe sote rahe kutte billiyaan
    Dhoop me pichwaade ek bachchi choti soti rahi .

    Tang aakar Muflisi se khudkushi kar li magar
    Do ghaz qafan ko laash uski baat johati rahi

    Bookh gharibi,laachari ne umar tak peecha kiya
    Mehnat ke rookh par zardian tan pe phati dhoti rahi

    Aaj to us maa ne jaise - taise bachche sulaa diye
    Kal ki fikr par raat bhar daaman bhigoti rahi.

    “Deepak” basher ki khawahishon ka qad itna bad gaya
    Khawahishon ki bheed me kahi zindagi khoti rahi.
    @ Kavi Deepak Sharma

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