Talaash movie made me realise that Grief is just Love with no place to go. A love you want to give but you cannot. And we all grieve differently. We all cope differently.
15 June 2001 created history.
#Lagaan redefined storytelling and took India to the global stage. #Gadar ignited the box office with unmatched mass hysteria.
Two completely different films. Two historic blockbusters. One unforgettable date.
#25YearsOfLagaan#25YearsOfGadar
1st film that I watched in theatre and till date no other film could give me the enthralling theatrical experience that Lagaan did.
Singing laughing clapping cheering crying with a houseful of audience. That's what Cinema is.
#25YearsOfLagaan
Chief Ministers have come and gone, but in all my years I have never witnessed this kind of pent-up rage as is now directed at Mamata Banerjee and her nephew.
What they ran was a grotesque hybrid of mafia and gulag.
And the greater shame? The complicity of the media, the educated class, and the so-called elite. They enabled it. They rationalised it. They helped crush dissent.
The vulnerable were extorted. Political opponents, especially those who supported the BJP were hounded, brutalised, and silenced through unspeakable acts. It is unforgivable.
What we are seeing today: eggs thrown, heads tonsured, white sarees draped in chilling symbolism is still a fraction of what Bengal endured.
And yet, the old Indian instinct will be to ‘move on.’
That instinct has cost us dearly before. History is witness: suppressed anger does not dissipate, it ferments.
There must be, there should be consequences.
By law, first and foremost.
But ‘moving on’ is certainly not an option.
The girl on the right is a minor who scored a top rank in her 10th-grade exams and has no business being judged on her looks by any of you racist predators
I had my geography exam today and my friend told me that bhakra Nangal dam was definitely gonna come in exam so i studied it well. But somehow my alarm didn’t ring today morning and I woke up late and started running towards school in my night dress and whn I reached school the teacher was already collecting the answer sheet back. I pleaded that I know Bhakra Nangal dam by heart plz pass me but she didn’t. I failed my exam
Then I woke up scared and cried from relief coz it’s been 30+ years since I left school.
The saddest part of living in India that u cant wake up and go out just strolling, walking in a nice neighbourhood, enjoy a cafe. U know u will see ugliness wherever u go, photocopiers, rag tag restaurants, millions of men everywhere, ugly broken footpaths, dirt, wires, poles....