So I take a half day from office to watch two films I was eagerly waiting for. I meet a friend and an intern from office and we head towards Matterden CFC (The Deepak). So this post isn’t about the films I saw, its rather about the evening and the place where I spent time between the two films. The films were Margarita with a straw and Court (of course) – both the films weren’t typically the films that theaters await, but they did and which is why I could go watch them and choose to write about the experience.
So, don’t ask me how the films were, please go watch it for yourself. I can assure you they will not disappoint. Continue reading
I’m not an artist. But I know artists transcend languages. I am not an artist, but my understanding of artists improve every time I see them. I disturb many people, but I’m still not an artist! They disturb with their art, so they truly are!
What I witnessed in the past 3 hours was revolt on a live-wire! As a promotional program before release of the film Court, I attended a music performance by the people who did the music and songs of the film. Referred to as Lokshahir or the people’s poet, Sambhaji Bhagat and his troop, over the length of the show took the graph from shallow (but energetic) Jay Bhim shouts to the disgrace-yourself-dead-people silence! From culture politics to communal harmony. Having failed to blend-in for about 30 minutes, the show took me through myriad of emotions – Introspection to Euphoria, Pride and Disgrace. My thoughts traveled through the various levels of Maslow’s hierarchy placing myself, the performing artists, organizers and Microsoft at various levels and taking a worms eye view of the setup. Continue reading