between the binaries...

Alright, dear audiences! This, I am sure, is a first of a kind experience for you; and hence this is the first of a kind beginning to the movie as well. After all, as they say (I really don’t know who the fuck says those things, anyways!) all unusual things have a rather unusual beginning. So, here we are. Here’s a little disclaimer for all of you who are going to sit through this “ highly pretentious, filled-to-the-brim with self-indulgence, proclaiming to be art” movie. What you are about to witness is a movie that you have never seen before, never heard about before, and most certainly, if you have been raised in the safe confines of entertainment-oriented cinema, have never even thought of before. This piece of experiment is sure as hell a movie with all the trappings of a usual movie; but also with a fair share of a twist like James Bond’s Martini. So, while this movie sure is shaken; it unlike Bond’s Martini is quite stirred too… So, while it has musi...

What are you? This was the question that I was made to confront by my friend, my philosopher, my guide? What am I? Now, every time I did manage to answer that elusive question using the limited repository of information or knowledge that my brain possessed, I could only realize the fallacy that I was living under the shadow of. Each time I uttered a word that could momentarily summarize what am I, I could only discover that I was just using words that are signifiers or better still quantitative signifiers as Jacques Lacan would put it. But is that who I am? A quantitative signifier? A word whose meanings are made by lesser mortals like myself? Call it an existential confusion that people like me live under or call it that elusive search for the true meaning of self ripped from the pages of Advaita - but what is that defines us? Under the haze of the smoke, what I said was that I am nothing but a human being in flesh and blood. I got a wonderful ret...

तखरीरें, तसवीरें और तस्सवुर क्या कभी सफों से उभर भी पायेंगे? जलसों और महफिलों में ज़िक्र हुआ जिनका वोह लफ्स क्या कभी जिंदा भी हो पायेंगे? जो शमा उन महफिलों को रोशन करती थी क्या वोह कभी अंगार बनेगी भी? वोह कौन सा है सुरूर, वोह कौन सा है नशा वोह कौन सी है नींद जिसकी चादर ओढ़े यह समा सोया हुआ है? अगर सुकून की है यह नींद तोह यह सुकून क्या है? इस सुकून का मुझे हासिल क्यों नहीं? सोचता हूँ मैं अक्सर की सोचता हूँ क्यों मैं जब यह समा ही बेहोश सा इस सुरूर में डूबा सुकून की नींद सोता है अगर इस सुकून की ही तलाश में है मेरा दिमाग तोह क्यों ना मैं भी चख लूं इस नशे को और खो जाऊं इन लफ्सों, इन जलसों, इन शमाओं के परे...

रातें अलग थीं अलग थीं वोह शामें अहसास अलग था अलग थीं वोह गुफ्तुगुएं था मैं अलग या अलग था वोह समा उन एहसासों और उन हक़ीक़तों के दरमियान क्या हुआ ऐसा क्या बदला ऐसा जिसकी तलाश में आज तक हैरान हूँ मैं कभी ताज्जुब होता है कभी बदहवासी भी मैं अलग था या मैं अलग हूँ मेरे इन दो अलगपनों में ऐसा क्या अलग था

छवि अपनी ढूँढने चला  मैं खड़ा था दर्पण के सामने जो दिखा वोह नकारते हुए चला मैं किसी और की खोज में क्या सच था जो देखा मैंने? या थी वोह किसी की कल्पना? ये अब तक जुटाने की कोशिश में मैं धूमिल थी वोह छवि संवेदना की पीड़ा में क्या कभी उभर भी पाऊंगा मैं इस वेदना से? की क्या सच है और क्या कल्पना मेरी इस छवि में? कहीं मैं ही धूमिल न हो जाऊं इस चक्रव्यूह में.

मैं और मय की खुशबु जब भी मेरे करीब आती मैं और मय की खुशबु जब भी मेरे करीब आती उम्मीदों की एक सुगबुगाहट जगा जाती कुछ घटता बाहर ऐसा जिसके संबोधन में आने की मेरी एक ख्वाहिश ही रह जाती किताबों के सफों के बीच उम्मीदों को दफना के जी रहा था मैं ऐसा की न मैं न मय ज़िन्दगी यूँ होती की कोई हसरत ही ना रह जाती

-- Because animals are property, we consider as "humane treatment" that we would regard as torture if it were inflicted on humans – Gary L. Francione He was there, in the confines of his room, sleeping unaware of everything around him. The door was smashed open. Two people, masked men, stormed into the room. He woke up with a shudder. He had weak eye-sight; but still tried to look around and gather what happened; but he couldn’t see a thing. He reached out for his glasses kept on the side table by his bed. But before he could grab them; his legs were grabbed by these unknown, unwelcomed guests. They dragged him down the bed with brute force. He banged his head against the duvet on the bed and his legs hurt. As they dragged him down the bed, he banged his head then against the edge of the bed. He did manage to touch the back of his head and saw it was bleeding. He screamed for help; but at 4’o clock in the dead of the night, no one was there for his rescue. They struck hi...