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Manjhi, the Mountain Man-hindi film


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“Much Madness is divinest Sense –
To a discerning Eye –
Much Sense – the starkest Madness –
’Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail –
Assent – and you are sane –
Demur – you’re straightway dangerous –
And handled with a Chain ”

Nobody could have portrayed the madness of Dasarath Manjhi better than Nawazuddin Siddiqui. That’s what one felt as the film directed by Ketan Mehta ended.

To single-handedly break through a mountain with only a hammer and a long chisel and flatten it out to carve a 360 feet long road to remove the impasse that the villagers in Gehlour (near Gaya, Bihar) countered and to do it through a kind of insane obsession urged by the love he had for his wife who met with an accident while trying to manouvre herself through a narrow gap between the rocks , while carrying food and water to her husband working on the other side of the mountain… all that seems to be the kind of stuff myths are made up of. But this Alpha male was for real!!

He had laboured on for 22 long years and had died at the age of 73, his entire youth and energy having been dedicated to the road , now named after him. Nothing much has actually changed in that hamlet despite Manjhi’s story having found it’s way to mainstream media and in spite of it having caught the attention of the Government. The moosahari (so called because they ate rats) tribe stands somewhere quite low in the social heirarchy in Bihar and what is shown to have been meted out to them for generations cannot be too much of an exaggerated depiction. Reports say that there is a hospital there now on the land that was donated to Manjhi by the government. But the family of Dasarath Manjhi and his community is still in indigent conditions. And that is a shame!!

The film is powerful, the camera catching the terrain in all it’s formidability and it may yet be the best tribute to Manjhi’s spirit.

In the film, the character playing the journalist Alok Jha , who was responsible for breaking Manjhi’s story to the world outside Gehlour, asks Manjhi about what he felt after having achieved his goal . Manjhi replies that one should not always depend on something being done by God, for who knows God may be depending on you to do that something.

For sure Manjhi left no stone unturned.

Watch the film .

Watch this documentary to catch a glimpse of the real Manjhi

 
 

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Melancholy


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Melancholic rain
Flowing down the dusky
Cheeks of the clouds
The skies can no longer feign
That all is hunky dory
With the planet and its crowd

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2015 in Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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Inertia


Pitter-patter in the ears..
Nose to the wind….
Settled in a yawning void.
Languidity sneers
At the bustling mind
As it diligently toyed
With holding on firmly
Or letting go for once
To live in the moment
It isn’t easy , clearly
Dead habit shuns
Any new intent.

P.S : The first three lines have been borrowed from the status update of a Facebook friend , Jaya Nair Palikkat

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Dreamscape


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In my dreams, I  wander off

To  gardens of a thousand senses

And I melt away into the air

Of subtle sounds and fragrances.

And then I am in  the bending branches

And then I am  in the gentle drizzle

I  know myself as the  misty shadows

And as the  joy of the leaping gazelle.

The darkness wraps me in nestling warmth

The stars begin a lullaby

I rock  myself in small white blooms

I sleep, I soar towards the sky.

 
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Posted by on June 19, 2015 in Poetry

 

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Itch -after 115 years!!!!!


Two years ago, while browsing through the newspaper , I came across this story of tow turtles who had decided to part ways after a relationship that had spanned over a century and I’d shared my take on the news item with this poem on Facebook.  Hope it makes you smile :-)

Yeah, right …..we won’t part till death
I’d told him decades ago
But now I can’t stand his bad breath
And he’s become so very slow.

He wakes up to wish me
And goes back to sleep again
His forgetfulness
Has become such a pain.
What was it that the bard said
About familiarity and all that stuff
I never would’ve believed I’d get there
But now , enough is enough.
Oh..I’ll be around for sure
I just need some personal space
And really..it’s not as if he’ll miss me
I wonder if he can even see my face.
I know it’s getting wrinkled
But I’d still like him to see
When my tired eyes light up
Amorously.
But the old man ,
He just doesn’t care
For the blush I’ve applied
On my cheeks,still fair.
May be a little distance
Will serve him just right
My barks no longer stirs him
Niether does my bite.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2156866/Giant-turtles-divorce-115-YEARS-despite-couple-counselling.html

 
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Posted by on June 16, 2015 in humour

 

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Stillness


My mind is now still
Like water where the ripples
Have ceased to tempt and tease

I can peer into it till
The planktons and the pebbles
Appear suspended in a pool of peace.

The moonbeams that filter
Down through the calm
Light up the sand and the stones

The cockle shells glitter
There is no alarm
Amongst the anemones.

 
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Posted by on June 14, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Beyond the lifted veil


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Blessed are those that have wings

For flights of imaginations

That take them soaring to the skies

Beyond the gravity of the mundane

Blessed is he whose heart sings

Of distant destinations

Even as dreary routine ties

His days up with a heavy chain.

New frontiers beckon beyond the cape

There’s a  depth of calm beneath the gale

Clear  skies surround this dreamy scape

When  minds  see beyond the lifted veil.

And there in that wholesomeness

There is no You and no I

I listen to you and hear me speak

I spread my wings and see you fly.

 
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Posted by on June 10, 2015 in Poetry

 

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