Everyday you come across as if you own every moment of that time in my life and every moment of that day remains my highest point till the night is over. I can hear you clear like ripples in the middle of the open sea and i talk to you like a blind man to his stick. I talk about us and then you laugh at me. I dream about you and have my sweetest dreams, wish they never had to go away. If i were a singer i hope to sing to you tonight those dreams. If i were an artist i wish to paint you with the colors from my eyes .

Everyday I walk through the roads of uncertainity, knowing not if ever we……. But always hopefull. Someday i’ll stand in front of you hoping to laugh over this together,when you’ll know its me, but till then this is all i have to give you. My thoughts about you. I love you. I love you

nothing he could do would avoid what he feared the most.
that it was time for him to walk away.

so he went for one last glimpse,
for he never would come back…

and as he stood there,
admiring like he always did.

all that love turned into grief…
all those smiles into tears…

he hid it well,
not for anyone to see his self brought misery.

he had love left in him to give,
but his only choice was to let go…

and he asked himself…
‘why isn’t love enough?

You are a reason to my smile,
My strength through my torment times.

You are the song that fills my broken space,
The ground that buries my fears for good.

My art, my laugh, my calm, my zest.
The tranquil thought to which my mind rests.

You wipe my tears in all my pain,
I know your love to seek no gain.

Now I can’t but spend a day without you,
not near you, but always knowing where I can find you.

I was alone till you came along…
and I know that you can’t stay for long.

One day you will go away…
But It won’t be just you that i’ll lose.

]]> http://acousticme.wordpress.com/2010/01/27/red-sparrow-stage-design/feed/ 0 Shawn Red Sparrow Scrabble Stage Design Red Sparrow Scrabble Stage Design BED http://acousticme.wordpress.com/2009/12/12/rocket-singh-movie-review/ http://acousticme.wordpress.com/2009/12/12/rocket-singh-movie-review/#comments Sat, 12 Dec 2009 17:40:44 +0000 Shawn Lewis http://acousticme.wordpress.com/?p=337 ]]> Knock Knock! who’s there? Loser. Loser Who?  

well I’m sure you know who I’m referring to!

With playing a loser of different losses in as many as all of his movies Ranbir Kapoor goes at it one more time in Rocket Singh – Salesman Of The Year and somehow he finds a way to make this new loser look better over the others he’s played in the past.

Rocket Singh – Salesman of the Year is an off the wall, yet another coming of age movie which revolves around the life of Harpreet Singh Bedi (Ranbir Kapoor) and his zest to become a salesman. A salesman not the kinds who assists you at any retail counter but the kinds who go knock knock from door to door. With no percentage to boast off or money to apply for a private MBA, H.P Singh uses the most essential talent a salesman could ask for – his knack of talking anyone into buying anything.

The movie thrives on the writing skills of Jaideep Sahni, whose off beat style movies (Bunty Aur Babli, Khosla Ka Ghosla, etc.) have succeeded earlier for the audience and also at the box-office. Though this couldn’t have been possible without some good all round acting skills by the cast which Director Shimit Amit brilliantly extracts.

Shimit Amin who is impressive on his resume with credits for many Hollywood movies in the editing and sound department would be know in Bollywood as a director for the 2007 blockbuster ‘Chak De! India’ (also written by Jaideep Sahni) and the RGV produced movie ‘Ab Tak Chhappan’ (2005).

Shazahn Padamsee looks composed in her debut and does well with the little act she has as the lead actress. Gauhar Khan who gets more screen time than Padamsee brings an edge to the male driven office politics shown in the movie. Yesteryears bad man Prem Chopra is noticeable as god fearing and honest grandfather.

The no song movie gets a pleasant feeling from the upbeat music of Salim-Sulaiman.

In the end the Rocket Singh lets you walk out with absolutely nothing to take back which makes it more approachable and plays to its advantage. An honest movie.

Ranbir Kapoor who by now is a scholar in playing such roles doesn’t leave any room for disappointment and picks up another feather in his hat.

Long Live the Loser.

Movie Rating – 3/5

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‘PAA – A very rare father-son son-father story’ portrays the lead character Auro (Amitabh Bachchan) suffering from an extremely rare and severe genetic disorder called ‘Progeria’. The occurrence of Progeria is one in eight million at live births, where the aspects of aging of the individual are manifested rapidly from an early age. Auro a kid at the age of 12, looking like a man in his 70′s and 80′s would have maximum a year at hand to survive due to the accelerated genetic mutation that puts his physical condition also in the latters time frame.

Auro’s aging in the movie isn’t exploited to the immense possibilities that it could haved reached and is no match to its much hyped comparison of Benjamin Button (played by the extremely talented Brad Pit) in last years Oscar winning movie ‘The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button’ and the aging is just clichedly sequenced by a dwarfed Auro in a song.

Amitabh Bachchan does a convincing job of playing a 12 year from the resources he could garner from his own production house. The prosthetic make up by Christien Tinsley and Dominie Till are momentarily convincing as there aren’t many variations or expressions to offer.

Writer and Director R. Balki is courageous and tackles a tough topic in only his second outing as a director (his first was Cheeni Kum also with Amitabh Bachchan). The story though could have done away with additional footage given to the character of Amol Arte (Abhishek Bachchan) who looks like the spitting image of Sachin Pilot (Member of Parliament) Abhishek’s character is rather downplayed by the unwanted tangent of new age politics. Vidya Balan (Vidhya Kumari) is brilliantly casted and styled as a doctor and mother of Auro and delivers a performance to last.

Music Director Ilaiyaraaja boringly uses the same piece of symphony throughout the movie with only the lyrics of Swanand Kirkire as a relief.

The movie is worth a watch for the efforts that is put in by the crew to bring a fairly informational piece to the audience. The second half of the movie is painstakingly elongated by the crying and dying all over.

I for sure stuck to my masculinity but I couldn’t say that for the 20 something guy who weeped for the last 15 minutes on his girlfriend’s shoulder.

PAA could be remembered as the innocent giant who danced like a gorilla.

Movie Rating – 2.5/5

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Prior to arriving at the venue I tried to remember as a kid that one time I saw the circus. But apart from broken stadium style wooden benches and a couple of jokers on stilts, I couldn’t recollect much, or at the least I couldn’t confirm if the other things that I remembered was what I saw that day in the circus or on D.D. Metro in the years to come.

Finally not too late they arrived, and as we entered, the show had already began with the Swinging Trapeze, which didn’t have much to display but did give hope for better acts to come… Next to come were the Jugglers who dropped more than they could juggle and after which the Circus Parade followed with absolute poor marching and music. There was just no presentation skills in almost anything they did. And then I realized that it was only the broken wooden benches that were real in my imagination. Everything else that I was now looking at just didn’t conjure with my memories.

A Circus is also sought by some as to be a subservient place, where they believe that animals are ill treated and the circus artists are living below a standard thats unacceptable to them. Where there is very less pay and sometimes no food.

But like most of us have the opportunity to choose to practice or perform a job that we like, not all of us have that freedom. And for most of them its more than just a place that offers shelter.

For sometime as I watched the performances I got lost in the structure of the circular dome tent which had a revolving stage in the center and colorful spotlights in plenty. The arrangement was not the best as I could judge from the little experience that I have in theatre lighting. At most places the poles holding up the lights blocked major sections of the audience view. Our 300 R.s. tickets, which were ‘Executive Class’ didn’t make us feel a bit like it.

Back to focusing on the Hooping now by a Swedish and Russian performer which did seem interesting, Along with a Kenyan troupe who seemed to be having the best time on stage showing some great fitness and danceing by skipping the rope on their butts, but didn’t really help in bringing much excitement to anyone around.

Mostly every act and performer lacked what a performer really needs – Showmanship. The lack of fitness in the Indian performers along with horrendous costumes, which could be at times x-rated just didn’t help. They seemed to have lack of practice and were out of shape, and at times that has been uneventful for circus artists.

But then it struck me as I glanced through the audience and saw that on a weekend there were barely about a hundred people watching the circus. The money that would come of the ticket sales would definitely not be a wholesome to distribute to over a hundred performers. What could really be their pay? How often would they get a chance to buy newer equipment and costumes? What happens when they are traveling and not performing? and many more questions bombarded inside my head for which I couldn’t find answers.

The Circus has been around for centuries since the time of horse carriage acts in Ancient Rome, but is slowly and certainly a dying art. And we all are partly to be blamed for it, We might have found better things to entertain ourselves with today but what we did wrong, was that we failed to convince ourselves as we grew older that the Circus never meant harm to anyone. As kids we all flocked to the tents and ate our candy floss in delight. But then we condemned it when we had no more pleasure to derive out of it. It does sound like perfect human nature.

I went to the circus, because I wanted to once again experience a memory that had now become vague, and so I did, but also experienced much more.

The Indian Circus might just not last for another century, and thankfully I won’t be around to see its end.

Its a tough choice that these artists and people make, where they don’t live but survive only for entertaining us.

You probably know that cause you didn’t get my call.

I sat up thinking about you endlessly until I woke up with a stiff neck in the morning.

And all those thoughts came back to me.

Everything that I want to tell you.

All the time that I’d want to spend with you, besides you.

And everyday that I live without telling you what I feel, I lose another day that I could be with you.

Tell you that I love you.

That I really love you.

And nobody knows like me.