Wats your role???

Wats your role???                                                           June-08 (bangalore)

Well, here’s a thought.
Every movie tells a story and every story has a lead character. Either it is his story that is told or the story revolves around him. Either way, it’s always all about Lead. Have you noticed people around the lead whom we call Support…

Be it Hollywood or Bollywood I have found a common link. In most of the cases it is the Supporting actor- (lead’s best friend, mother, sister etc) who the director would not even take a minute to wipe off the big screen. Even we as audiences emotionlessly watch Support getting sick, getting killed or simply getting shadowed in each in every scene. Think of any movie where there are a bunch of friends and you would notice that the support characters are only there to give more importance to the Lead.

Now, the thought is even the Support must be having his own story… but who tells their stories. I mean does anyone ever notice when a support is heart-broken or dies. Things must be happening even in a support’s life, maybe not that relevant or important and even he must be having special people around him. But noone cares.

So what am I trying to get to with all this Lead Vs Support funda? It makes me think- Whats my role? If ever a movie is made on my life who would I play in it? Is my life important / interesting enough to be a Lead or will I be playing someone’s support…

What could be greater than a mother’s love?

October-2004 (Kolkata)

Every grain of sand is created in a thousand years,
And yet it rests on a beach as worthless, lifeless as it could,
Serving the purpose of its creation,
Frozen, abandoned on a beach.
Then think,
A million years it must have taken to create a single soul.
Each one having their destiny,
Each one having a goal,
But before we find our destiny or goal,
The Lord wants us to know of love
And finally entrusts us to a mother’s womb,

Before we come into this world.

Everyone's Complaining

05.04.05 (L&T, kolkata )

Lying on bed on a summery day
I asked my feet “ Aye sir, how do you do?”
To my utter amazement it bellowed,
“You walk me all day, what do u expect me to say,
And once in a while when I get to rest.
You wake me up n ask if I’m at my best...
To be hand and not touch the ground would be blessed”.
There I let the feet lie before it got more stressed...

Not in my senses was I, I guess..
That I asked my eyes “ hope there’s no mess”
And to my horror...It screamed right back at me...
“ The feet rests while you sit during day,
But I keep blinking even when you’re not aware,
I’m not your pretty hair, you so much care..
Even when its hot u ‘ve to be awake,
Give me some peace for heavens sake”

Maybe the feet n the eye need rest,
I’ll talk to the hand lying idle on my chest
“Pretty lady, are u all right?”
“You chew me all day without thinking of my plight,
And when I’m sleeping during the night,
I’m thrown in air to keep away the fly,
Carry all luggage, but without any spite
If I got some regard, that would be alright “

I thought to myself, there is someone who has no pain
Maybe this straight long hair will not be vain,
“Huh”, she tells me with a long long sigh,
“You pull me up, tie me down, cause so much strain,
Remember me seldom, from this beauty what do i gain?
Doing no work, abandoned I lie,
Make me suffer in pain, crop me down to suit your style,
If that’s your mercy, I’d prefer to die”

Then I sat quietly to hear no more complain,
Coz everyone ‘s in sorrow, everyone’s in pain.