नाम गुम जाएगा .....

It is not surprising when people tell me that they don't know me , they don't understand me , or In other sense say I am not  predictable enough. I read somewhere that as per modern medicine ,first sign of a psychiatric disorder is  that a person doesn't display predictable behavior .

I take this lunacy as part of who I am , Malang , Carefree....

All journeys  are not necessarily a true indicator of destination. One thing about Taj Mahal is till you are in front of it, you get no glimpse of what you are likely to see, the indications are quiet contradictory. Three of many childhood impressions were movies shown during election results on Doordarshan , second the radio and third the stories of partition and who we were. The only common fragile string between all of them was Urdu Poetry. The movies were of a unique genre of Indian Middle Class Realism, Gharonda, Aandhi, Mausam and Guide. The hero wasnt  a winner , he wont drive sports cars, he wasnt an IIT IIM,  he was no superman and he would often fail, then expressing his sorrow in poetry. Humility, Wit and Perseverance wouldn't be too far from these heroes ...

People tell me that I read people differently, yes, because I look for the enviorment that made them . The jury is still out of what made me , sometimes i think I am still being made, every day ....

Today's Video is a collector's Gem ....57 Mins of an Interview with Gulzar ...words will be waste of expression henceworth ...if anything is said on this video.