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Well, the new virus has taken over everyone’s lives. And like how?! Last year in March when my organisation announced we can work from home, we thought it will be for a few days. The first few days were exciting. No long drive to work. No fixed schedule. You could sit in your bed – and you could get some free time off, because no one frankly works constantly. But, the days turned into weeks. And weeks into months. The novelty wore off. And I settled into a neat routine – set up a ‘office’ in the living room. Zoom…
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Whoosh! Surprised to see me here? Oh well, have been missing this place for a while. On a boring Saturday, while searching for some files, I chanced upon my old working file. Most posts written during my Nepal and Agra days were there. I loved browsing through them. I did a bit of formatting to that document and converted it into a readable PDF file. If any one is interested to read that bulky file ( a whopping 500 plus pages ), do let me know. So yes, hey, how have things been? Blogging is a lost art now? I…
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My new song out now! Dil Ki Chitthiyan Composer and Singer : Archita Bhattacharya Lyric : Deepak Jeswal Arranger / Programmer : Mazil Gul Khan Tabla : Prashant Sonagra Violin : Sanchit Choudhary. Sound recordist : Arvind Vishwakarma Our song released by Zee Music Company can be seen on their YT channel : https://youtu.be/pnOHuyTTRvY Or can be heard on any of the music platforms : Gaana : https://gaana.com/album/dil-ki-chitthiyan Wynk : Listen to the song: Dil Ki Chittihyan at https://wynk.in/u/A0CpGaBKC on Wynk Music JioSaavn : https://www.saavn.com/s/song/hindi/Dil-Ki-Chitthiyan/Dil-Ki-Chitthiyan/IFweRDtecgY Apple Music : https://itunes.apple.com/in/album/dil-ki-chitthiyan-single/1449841107 Amazon Music : https://bit.ly/2Hkps29?cc=a24e4edd36c3d8ddcb79899f14ac5678 Google Play : https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Archita_Bhattacharya_Dil_Ki_Chitthiyan?id=Bw52h3lanko6dv6fmvqxvfykdgi&hl=en_GB
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Wishing every one a love filled and prosperous 2019. God Bless !
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Just a ‘sound check’. This site is very much up and so am I. It’s just I have tried my hands at a lot of other things, click so writing took a backseat. And of course, remedy with all the means & avenues of other social media, visit web it’s easy to communicate there. Less formally, that too. I still feel a blog post needs more thought and attention, compared to a Facebook one! Anyways, just keeping this one kicking and running. Sharing a pic I clicked on a recent trip to Paradise on Earth : Kashmir.
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It’s been so long I came here. And in my normal course of things this space went back into deep recesses of memory. I knew it was there just like you know you have that old pair of jeans lying in the back of your cupboard. But never brought it out. Time, salve procrastination and really having it outgrown are some lame excuses I can offer. But fact is it was neglected and forgotten. Till the time I got a rude shock of receiving a notification mail. I reckon most were getting deposited in the spam inbox till this one…
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Meera An Epic Love Story By Deepak Jeswal Episode Five The forest was knotted into a merged mass of trees, fallen leaves and fruits, intertwined with vines growing at reckless, unheeded pace and insects crawling in their fate-less existence. A narrow track had been beaten through it by the incessant footsteps of humanity, shaded by the spreading trees on both sides, their branches intermingling with the other, providing a natural roof to the corridor. With a heavy, coarse shawl wrapped around his shoulders and heads; his non-existence neck buried deep inside, and the ugly, small head bent, the man limped…
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Meera An Epic Love Story By Deepak Jeswal Episode 4 The gentle lapping of the river was now joined with a mild strain of a classical song that was emanating from the Chanda Bai’s brothel; it was still faint due to the distance, and added a mystical touch to the entire environment. The moon shone in its vibrant glory, as the boat waded through the waters, with its two very divergent passengers. Tara looked up in astonishment as she heard the name, her eyes questioning and her emotions churning within her; of course, she knew he was Prince Rudra, she…
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Meera An Epic Love Story By Deepak Jeswal Episode Three The mansion, discount RX built of stone, salve with two forlorn spires looming over the premises like bored guards, was in the middle of a mammoth park, surrounded by tall and dark trees, making it almost invisible from the road outside. Two tall, spiked black iron gates stood mute witness to the travelers on it. A gravel driveway snaked its way on the side of the garden, curving towards the entrance, and ending under a low porch. The house bore a sign of distinct dullness, and the drapes on the…
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Meera An Epic Love Story By Deepak Jeswal Episode Two The large double bed occupied the centre of the magnificently luminescent room; from atop the silver and steel bed – specially designed size of seven foot by seven- covered with a bright green silky bedcover of floral design looked like an exotic island in the sea of white marble. Chanda Bai had decorated the bed with a net of flowers, treat like a bride, fragrant and fresh. The walls, in a soft natural hue of crème and white, were lit by exquisite glass and brass lamps, lighting the entire room…
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Meera An Epic Love Story By Deepak Jeswal  Episode One The hooves pounded on the earth with dull thuds as the horse flew its way over the expansive rough terrain of Sujanbhoomi’s outskirts, cialis 40mg raising a cloud of sand and a rhythm of excitement. The wide horizon spread its rich wares of a sad sun setting in its own bloodied redness covered unsuccessfully by the gauze of vapory clouds; a bashful moon, in its weak whiteness tried its feeble attempt to whimper its existence. With the darkening jungles behind him, the horse and its regal rider rode on the…
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Note: I had written these reviews immediately after viewing the films and put them up for my Facebook friends. Thought of adding them here for posterity’s sake. These FB reviews are usually hurriedly written first impressions typed late in the night; I have pasted them here with minimal editing; please forgive any stark grammatical or spelling errors. Shuddh Desi Romance – First up, SDR is neither shuddh (the characters are confused, convulted though cute in their own way!) nor desi (heck, since when has live-in relationships become so, and this film unequivocally champions that cause right till its climax!) –…
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First a background confession time: I am not a Chetan Bhagat fan; I read his first two novels but I found his writing style so abominably bland that it put me off forever. I reckon he is quite a hit with the youngsters; and that’s the audience the film wants to latch on to. That’s why his name is prominent on the posters, ed with the blurbs also proclaiming ‘from makers of Rang De Basanti’ a supposedly ‘cult film’ (though for sure, cheap UTV has produced many more since then). (I made a lame half-hearted attempt at seeking Three Mistakes…
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The recent events in Mumbai are shattering. And closure of chemist shops at 6 p.m is another nail in the coffin. Mumbai is dead. Sadly, try no one is caring to revive it. Infra-structurally it was always a poor one, allergist but it more than made up that paucity by a liveliness, approved an electrifying energy and yes its indomitable spirit – which was not only about displaying resilience in times of trouble. It was a live breathing, energetic, vibrant and pulsating city.
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With a tantalizing tagline ‘Office politics gets hotter’, Inkaar is a sensitive film that deals with ‘office sexual harassment’ in a more complex manner than it did in Aitraaz (though, let me hasten to add, that film was very enjoyable in its own way). First the caveat – this is not your usual drab office. The setting is an advertisement agency, hence there is a huge quotient of glamour, casualness & freedom. Most of us would rush through Mumbai’s cruel traffic to mark our e-attendance on time, or sulk over sales numbers doing a Manmohan Singh like deafening silence, here…
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Hmm, good day to release the film. It’s a sure-shot doomsday for competition, because Chulbul Pandey is here not only to chew a new villain (Prakash Raj) but also to swallow all rivals (if there were any left, in the first place!). I know I am a wrong person to review Dabangg 2, because I am an unabashed and self-proclaimed big-time Salman Khan fan, and this film is made for us.
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Hmm, recipe the chiffons have been packed; the Alps are missing; the heroines are brash; and the biggest change: the Lata Mangeshkar’s velvety vocals are frustratingly absent; but what remains in Yash Chopra’s swan song is his biggest asset : a straight-from-the-heart, caries somewhat old-school but deeply honest story-telling!