Gangs of Wasseypur


Posted by GajabKhopdi | Time: 12:43 AM

The reality, trivialities and complexities of a body can be seen only when it has been stripped down to bare minimums. And such bareness can be mind boggling at times and that is exactly what Gangs of Wasseypur is. The march of a semi nude Manoj Bajpayee in a langot while being ogled at by Reema Sen marks the soul of this complex saga of simple emotions.
This movie is not a story. It has a life of its own. It confuses you with many different characters making their way onto the screen unannounced. But isn't that how life and reality behaves? You meet so many people you know nothing about and yet allow them to become important characters of some very important scenes of your life. And in no time through their actions those characters start to make sense and you gain comfort in their presence. The team of Zeishan Quadri, Akhilesh, Sachin Ladia and Anurag Kashyap used every possible shade of grey to sketch some of the most realistic characters of Indian Cinema. The story line is like a river -  being joined by many tributaries and discharging many  distributaries on its way moving ahead with varied but constant pace. 
The characters in the movie are defined by the situation. They go from weak to strong as the situation requires them to be. A gangster who shudders at the wrath of the two women in his life, his rebel son who kills and smuggles guns without a trace of fear but is brought to tears by a girl who asks him to take Parmisan to hold her hand and a Political honcho taking in all the insults hurled at him because survival is more important than ego - these are the things that make you realize what a great craftsman Anurag Kahsyap is.
Each and every character in the movie leaves an impact on you thanks to an amazing ensemble of actors brought together. Ms. Richa Chadha, I bow to thee for playing such a strong and complex role with such natural flair. Manoj Bajpayee carries out the role like he was born for it. Tigmanshu Dhulia, Pankaj Tripathy and Jaideep Ahlawat are impeccable and Piyush Mishra needs no adjectives. Wonder why we dont get to see them in more movies. 
For someone who understands the people and culture of Bihar and Jharkhand, the movie brings forth some brilliant moments which capture the peculiarity to perfection. The Bengali Durga wearing saree differently from the Muslim Najma, the Bhumihar Brahmin wife asking for the use of Cheenamitti (Bone China) crockery to serve her Muslim guests, the misfiring katta (Desi Pistol), use of Rajdoot motorcycles are just some of those hundreds of aspects where no other film has shown a better eye for detail.
The film is abundant with dark humor and in fact thrives on it. A woman throwing utencils at her cheating husband in labour pain, two gangsters turning their dash back to the jeep after a loot into a childish race and a mother hitting an innocent child mercilessly with a broom bring out a chuckle from the audience. The coal mines form a perfect backdrop for such darkness. The filming of many scenes is very Tarantino like. And so is the background score at many occasions. Rajeev Ravi has done a fantastic job and without his skills a lot of scenes might have lost their steam. The voice over could have been better written. Especially in the beginning when the minds of the audience is already grappling with multiple characters and an extremely fast paced story line. 
The team of Sneha Khanwalkar , Varun grover and Piyush Mishra have produced gems of songs which will inhabit many lips and speakers for many days to come. Keh ke lunga makes an excellent background score and is extremely catchy. 
Gangs of Wasseypur is a true Master piece and part II is awaited with bated breathe.  It's a movie you can't watch with family, it's not an entertainer really, it does not propagate any social message and does not address any major issue and yet it will grip you and take you to a different world altogether. Just like an ordinary looking man walking in langot it has nothing extra ordinary to offer but still it will make you ogle at it like from a distance and fall in love with it. 

Why Am I Not


Posted by GajabKhopdi | Time: 11:56 AM

Why am I not what I wanted to be
Why did I fall in the traps I could see
Chasing a goal that's never been mine
Confused asshole now paying the fine
First racing amongst the rats to the fore
Then claiming not to be a rat anymore
But rat is all I've been known to become,
My success lies in going deeper in scum.
My dreams are just dreams to this day,
Coz I searched for excuses than find the way,
I am just another voice in the crowd today
Coz I fell in queues than breaking away,
All I've been is what I pretended to be,
Ignorant of what I intended to be,
My life's more 'bout scribbles than scripts,
As I lie scattered in self made crypts.

A lost friend


Posted by GajabKhopdi | Time: 7:12 AM

The memory of our first meeting is still so fresh. You looked like a warrior in the prime of his youth. And just like a warrior's homecoming, you were welcomed into our family with a vermilion marked forehead and a garlanded frontage. Your metallic black body oozed with elegance, the parts with chrome finish shone like swords and the wheels looked ready for some friction. The coconut celebrated the moment by splitting into two in its very first contact with the floor and the gentle breeze joined us accentuating the fragrance of the incense sticks. Pleasure met pride as our family was handed the keys to our first car and you became a part of us. .
Finally, another medium class family of a shining India had upgraded itself to the category of 'Car Owners'. Yes...and while you, like a part of the current generation, may find it tough to believe, it was considered an important milestone in a family's life a few years back in this country. Especially for a family which for many years in the 80s and 90s had been the family of four occupants on a scooter  - 'Dad riding, Mom sitting sideways, the elder kid standing in front and the younger one on his mother's lap'.
Soon I was to make my debut on the Driver's seat as you and me were entrusted to each other. You were a companion that shared many joys, sorrows, ups and downs of our lives. Your's were the wheels that sped us to our successes and carried us along with the weight of our failures. And what a special relationship did we share! We loved each other's company and we both seemed to infuse some extra speed into each other. My visits to home from college were always marked by a family welcome of which you were an integral part and some of the most memorable and exciting journeys of my life took place on your very driving seat.
Your service to my dad was no less noteworthy. Almost 120 kms a day for years together and you never betrayed his trust. And no wonder therefore, my dad loved you like a son.Cars do not 'live' and they are not supposed to have 'feelings'. But something tells me that you lived and you felt. Even if not in the literal sense but in ways that justify the words - life and feelings.
On 23rd March 2011, you traveled your last mile. Those engines roared for the last time and the roads kissed a premature farewell to those wheels. But you did not die a diseased death in a garage or see the abandoned life of a retired soldier. You died fighting - a death that the warrior you looked on your first day deserved. You saved 5 lives while every piece of metal in your body was being crushed. You absorbed all the pain and all the injury that was hurled at me. You were the one who took a stand between death and me and won!
Dear 9753, you shall always remain close to my heart and every time these hands hold a steering and press an accelerator, they shall think of you! Dear friend, Rest in Peace.

On 23rd of March, 2011, the following is what my car had to go through and yet it made sure that I, in spite of being on the driver's seat came out virtually unharmed.