Yes fellows! Rahman's Chaiyya Chaiyya was featured in 'Inside Man' and the heartening fact was that it wasn't played out in a 7/11 Convenience Store or a Taxi driven by a desi. I believe the track moved Spike Lee, the director of the movie, so much that he just had to use it. And he has done that without creating a cheap excuse for it.
I wouldn't go as far as to say that I feel proud that Bollywood has gained any recognition because of this. Still... I just wanted to confirm that Chaiyya Chaiyya was featured in a Hollywood movie and express that I am happy for it.BTW, the movie was very intelligent which means that I didn't understand half of it.
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>>proud that Bollywood has gained any recognition because of this
boy, am i glad to hear that after reading so much of trash which waxes eloquent about the fact that lex luthor's sidekick in superman returns was of indian origin.
and i empathize with the last line. very much.
yup! no idea why we have to be proud to be Indian for every insignificant achievement when there are so many better things to be proud of. me, for instance.
(I think this is the month of megalomania)
me too knows no intelligent movies. i watched pulp fiction once. i could hardly make a judgement. "lit" people were spinning yarns about the movie!
pulp fiction... well! thats a different story. i read the screenplay of the movie and i was bowled over by Tarantino's craft, his style of narration.
otherwise, many art house movies leave me stumped. i can understand the storyline mostly but it is finer points tht elude me.
i've got to say pulp fiction is one of the best films i have watched. i mean, i actually didnt hate it!
it was really pretty. pity i couldnt make much out of a single viewing experience. i'll catch it later, too. i want to make judgements about the movie!
priya! I agree.
shash: yeah! perhaps u wud love it if u watched it a second time
lol! insignificant to say the least! Us Indians shall never change...we will dance with joy when Sania Mirza reaches the second round and gets thrashed...we will be proud when india beats pakistan in a world cup only to get humiliated in the final! we will never change!
The Path ahead
snaking,
a river, a wave
or a straight line of a wavering mind
reptiles in our dreams,
water oozing from
the edges of our pilgrim souls, melting
the road runs
endlessly
searching for its soul
in an untimed emptiness.
Meanders,
But
Then,
What’s this game?
the distances are finite, but the running endless.
So the pic urged me to stop breathing for sometime, so that I may feel what life is. This is a kind of hypnotic effect. A constant low key hum. This moment, precious. In life, I may not ever feel as much of freedom and as much of contentment as I’m feeling in this moment. How the pic ends up into a nothingness, in the aisles of darkness, darn, I can’t see which place this road will take me to, but isn’t it just so awfully beautiful a road that I’ve to walk over it. It’s calling my name. “Lil girl, come, walk over me, don’t leave any footmarks, be the wind and reach till my end, till the point where I vanish into the silence of the outer spaces. Walk walk walk, what’s stopping you?” what’s stopping me? I get afraid. Why do I fear? What can I lose? It makes sense, there’s nothing to lose, so there should be no fear. But damn, I fear. And it’s weird.
I dream of the blue skies, and blue sea, and large mountains, riversides, ripplings and sunrises. Rainbows, and birds, and stars, and bangles. Music, and rain, and poems, and silence.
But No. how can I dream?
How the hell can I dream?
Y’know they say……. Find your reason, find your reason, find your reason.
Y’know this road, this unknown road, this quest, this search for freedom, for reason, the unending questions, the lack of answers, the universe, the existence, those roads which were never walked on, they just don’t fucking let me live in peace!
So I surrender before this road.
In this moment of sacredness,
In this moment of wakefulness,
In this moment of utter silence
And utter chaos of soul,
I let go each dream of happiness,
And seek YOU, the unknown.
The creation, the creator, the mysterious, the devil, the lord, the answer to those millions of books and thoughts, I seek YOU.
My head is spinning, like a whirligig. Eyes tired of staring that pic. Mind tired of the infinite thoughts. Heart tired of its wanderings. Life tired of its unquenchable thirst. Soul tired of its quest.
Give up, he asked me to.
I couldn’t say a yes, I couldn’t say a no.
But damn it, If I’d give up THIS, I would be a dead body without a soul
I can’t live like a zombie!
Com’on, tomorrow
Oh, I mean today,
From the dawn, till the dusk,
I won’t say a word to you.
Bear my silence.
Learn to live with it.
For soon,
That’d be all that is left with you.
I’m sorry for this to him,
I’m fucking sorry to all my dreams,
But y’know that road is calling me,
That road
A reptile, a ripple,
The restlessness of a wavering mind,
The call of eternity
The call of the
Eternal.
Ha! Delete this comment whosoever you’re.
And thank you,
For nothing.
anon!
I assure u tht i feel exactly like u (to some extent) and understand tht this 'Chaiyya Chaiyya' is insignificant. but loving to play the devil's advocate, lemme ask u,
'Then! what is significant? Is there any achievement that we can, humanity as a whole, be proud of when we are a but a mote of dust suspended on a sunbeam. do u think winning the wimbledon or getting gazillion gold medals in olympics is really significant?'
a child took three steps for the first time and you, pooh-pooh it, claiming u can actually run and here there were fools who were lauding the baby's baby steps. bah!
anywayz thanks for visiting... do drop in more frequently
li'l girl! nice one. u must get urself a blog and post wonderful works like this in it
hero the anon was ngunnawal ka raza coming to u from Arizona phoenix...see i even visit ur blog when im on vacation!
hey ridhish! too bored in Las Vegas, eh? go around, gamble, watch a strip-tease or something (still in godforsaken Arizona???).
ofcourse u r always welcome in the blog.
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