Posts tagged ‘delhi’

December 7, 2012

Dilli ki Sardi (this post is in Hindi)

Delhi in Winter

 

Lo, ek baar phir se thand aa gayi hai. Agar Dilli ke context mein is mausam ko dekha jaaye to ye aur bhi zyaada romaani aur artful lagta hai. Sirf 2-3 mahinon ki is aalas se bhari, kambal-razaai mein lipti aur dhundh se dhaki thand agar na hoti to Dilli kitna weeraan hota. Aur ye to sheher hai, mahanagar…iski to weeran hone ki gunjaaish kitna zyaada hai. Thand, ya thandapan, aksar maut se relate kiya jaata hai. Ek negative connotation. Magar thand ka mausam ek khushi ka representative hai, like the ads say, ‘the festive season’. Aur sach bhi hai. Sirf Dussehra, Diwali, Christmas aur new year hi nahi, is thandi Dilli mein beesiyon art aur ‘cultural’ festivals hote hain. Film ho, theatre ho, dance, music ya phir wo bourgeois mele jismein culture ke naam par 2-4 item number aur ‘fun’ ke naam par chaar cheh games hote hain. Sabke liye kuch na kuch hota hai karne ko jo ki logon ki roz marra ki zindagi se alag aur naya hota hai. Is baar ek bada film festival (DIFF) ho raha hai, har saal ki tarah January mein NSD ka Bharangam hoga, aur bahut se chote bade festivals honge. Ticket ki bhaaga daudi agar June ki tapti dhoop mein ki jaaye to cinema ya theatre dekhna ka mazaa aana namumkin hai. Magar wahin agar January ki jama dene waali thand mein subah 6 baje uthkar line mein lagne ki baat ho to mazaa kuch aur hi hai. Jab cigarette jalaane ke liye haath jeb se bahar nikalne mein takleef ho to samajh lijiye ki Dilli ki sardi apni shiddat pe hai. In sab activities se pare ek aur bahut bhaari taadad mein jo karyakram hota hai wo hai shaadi. Kisi ki bhi ho sakti hai. Aapke bhai, behen, dost, chacha ke ladke ki ya phir us puraani girlfriend ki. Saj dhaj ke, raja babu ban ke sab apne gharon ko taala maar kar nikal padte hain chaat aur chicken tikka dabaane. Dance bhi hota hai, zara sardi ko balance karta hai. aur thoda whisky ya rum to zaruri hai chahe gaadi ki dikki mein se nikaal ke piya jaaye ya khulle aam counter ke upar se. agar chattarpur ke kisi farm house mein shaadi hai to to mazaa hi aa jayega. Khulla maidan, aag ke bade jalte huye chulhe aur unke neeche daant katkatati auntiyaan jinko agar aap gaur se dekhein to backless blouse ke saath sirf ek 5 gaz ki saadi lapete khadi hain.

Itni thand mein log kaam par kaise jaate hain? Ye samajhna at least meri samajh ke bahar hai. Itna zaruri kaun sa kaam hai jise karne ke liye log naha dhoke, murjhaaye suraj ke tale apni gadiyon, buson aur metro ki taraf nikal padte hain? Par phir khayal aata hai school ke dinon ka jab subah uthna hi padta tha, nahana chalo taal bhi diya magar thande thande kapde to badan par daalne hi padte the. Jab duniya tuitions ke ird-gird hi chalti thi to subah 6 baje bhi uth kar, aadhi neend mein, scooter ko kick maarte huye bahut se din barbaad kiye hain. Pull par jab second gear pe scooter chadhta tha to naak ke neeche halki jami huyi baraf ki parat hothon ko sunn kar deti thi. Tab kyun nikalte the ghar se bahar? Shayad us adventure ki talaash mein jo garmiyon mein kabhi nahi mil sakta.

Kahin na kahin aisa bhi lagta hai ki kitna bhaaichaara badh gaya hai is hamesha naaraz rehne waale sheher mein. Horn kam sunaayi dete hain, log kam chillate huye nazar aate hain aur bheed bhi sham dhalte dhundh mein badal jaati hai. Ye sab shayad ek personal wehem hi ho, magar sacchayi se kahin behtar hai.

November 4, 2012

Thank you Delhi

It’s been a little over a year since we began our “experiment” and since this blog came into being.

We’ve been fairly successful in achieving what we set out to, but a lot of credit goes to the city of Delhi and it’s art culture. I can’t think of any other city in India that has so much to offer an art aficionado and the best part is that most of it has little or no monetary implications.
During this period, we’ve attended film festivals, theater festivals, retrospective film screenings, concerts by internationally acclaimed musicians…all for FREE!

This is not limited just to the govt. (Indian & Foreign)  sponsored events; college theater, film clubs, art enthusiasts all come together beautifully in this city to keep an art enthusiast busy right through the year and it’s absolutely fantastic and great, that money doesn’t come between artists and their audience too often.

While an artist does need to make money to survive, he/she sometimes just need to go out and perform just so they can connect with their audience and share their creative space. It’s wonderful that this still happens in these materialistic and consumerist times.
We’ve also achieved a personal milestone of sorts; after many aborted or incomplete attempts at making a film, we’ve completed our first film. You can watch it here .
For all this and more……we thank you Delhi.

If you’d like join us sometime or collaborate in anyway do drop us a line.

October 3, 2011

Jaagte Raho!

Morning papers read a drop of 4 Degrees in the temperature (Exaggerating a little, 2 Degrees didn’t seem significant). Winters are about to set in the capital city. There are a lot things that this capital city is defined by; the architecture, the food, the people- segregated by the geographical landmarks such as the river that flows through the city and the man-made landmarks i.e. the roads and more recently the metro-rail that runs through the city, the high crime rates, the corrupt police and politicians, the recently concluded international sporting extravaganza, and a simple fact that this is the capital city that has the power to control and decide the fate of a whole lot of significant and insignificant citizens.

Mr. and Mrs. Rajput drive through the sub-road that branches out from the main road and leads to their kothi. The kothi is right in the middle of both the entrances of the sub-road, but luckily for the Rajputs, the road barriers aren’t dropped down from the in coming side yet, else they would have to drive all the way on the wrong side of the road and take a full turn to reach the kothi, very unlike Mr. Rajput who strictly abides by the traffic rules. Moreover, it was quite a task after an uninformed lazy day off from work and a delightful dinner at the new Mughlai restaurant near Mrs. Rajput sister’s house.

Approaching the kothi, Mrs. Rajput has a sigh of relief to see the chowkidaar sitting on the rickety bench just outside the house as now she need not get down the car and open the door of the parking space. The car swiftly takes a turn to the right and stops in front of the gate. A second or two pass by and seeing no movement, the Rajputs turn their heads to look at the chowkidaar. Their sights fall on the still hands of the chowkidaar that holds a worn out greyish black wallet in one hand and a half entered/ half pulled out 20 rupee note in the other. A look upwards discomforts Mrs. Rajput; the chowkidaar has his eyes closed and is napping again. She gets down the car and slowly snatches the half entered/half pulled out note from his hand. Alarmingly, the chowkidaar shakes his head, open his eyes, clutches his fingers and straight away reaches for the 50 rupee note that is fallen on the ground right beneath the bench.

Before Mrs. Rajput could say anything, the chowkidaar starts mumbling about the headaches and the stomach aches that he has been having for the past few days and how this has affected his health and sleep. Seeing Mrs. Rajput unfazed with some discomfort on her face, the chowkidaar runs for the gate and opens it. In doing so he glances at Mr. Rajput who has a lazy smile on his face. The car drives into the parkway and the chowkidaar looks inside the car window and greets Mr. Rajput, “Raam raam sahibji” and receives a nod from the sahib.

Mrs. Rajput follows the car inside the parkway and the chowkidaar while closing the gate tells the memsahib that he was counting his notes to see how much he has managed to save in the last few months and was calculating how much will be spent as Diwali is approaching and he has to buy clothes for his daughters. Maybe, this would change the facial expressions of the memsahib, but she keeps on walking and passes the chowkidaar and the car and unlocks the door of the living room of the kothi and disappears in the vast darkness. Mr. Rajput has just locked the car and stands next to it. A slight contact with the chowkidaar’s eyes makes the latter bow and repeat “Raam raam Sahibji”, and another affirmative nod along with the lazy smile follows.

Tomorrow Mr. Rajput has to go to office.

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