IN WINTER TIMES

Its chilly outside.Streets are lazy.Whole valley is moving at slow pace.Most people wearing pheran and having kangri.

All i want to do is stay inside,watch idiot box all day, surfing the channels and having hot cup of tea.........

........Presently, its 6.56 pm and i am watching movie "Home of the brave" which have just start. Hope it is good. Movie is all about 3 soldiers struggle to re-adjust to life at home after returning from Iraq war.

Light have gone again making me mad. I am waiting for light to come so i can watch the movie though i have missed most part.

collage of fav movies

Few lines from my film.

Choose life , choose death,
Choose love, choose hate,
Choose good, choose evil,
Choose home, choose world,
Choose worship, choose atheism.............
...........In the world of chaos and confusion, i choose to be myself.

incomplete blog

I have start writing for my blog but cannot sum-up words to write. My mind at this time is blank.

It happen many times with me, i start up but leave it incomplete . Even many of of my script are incomplete because of this.I still wonder how people write .

I hope to write my blog only if words allow me to do so.

Barzulla bridge

Ever since i was a child, barzulla bridge have been my part.

I still remember those days of waiting for school bus, watching convent girls bus passing by and traveling by local transport.

Barzulla bridge was almost constructed when i was child and open for public when i enter my adolescence.
Shopkeepers on barzulla bridge seem like a family since i know them for ages.

Before it, there was a small bridge which is almost dysfunctional now,where now you will find either workshops or street hawkers selling desi fast food.

Many even think that ever since barzulla bridge was open for traffic, since then Kashmir's troubled days have began as if it have cast bad eye on Kashmir


The barzulla bridge is more about belonging, longing and growing up for me than a bridge.

kabhie

kabhie tere bhi dil mere liye tarse
pyaasa tera maan ho aur saawan barse

kabhie tujhe bhi kisse pyar ho
magar use tere sath se inkaar ho

kabhie tere aird gird khushi ke ho mele
phir bhi beyed mein ho tu akele

I promised my friend

I promised my friend,
that we will meet again in hell

For hurting others, living life full of lies, lusting for comfort,
we will meet again in hell

We may pray five times,
yet we will meet again in hell

Having last sip of my coffee,
i remind my friend,
we will meet again in hell.

MEDITATION FOR ME

Different people have different way to meditate.Some pray,some go to mosque,some temple, some listen to music and few do yoga but for me being on net is a meditation.


Whenever i am blue, i surf on net for hours, aimlessly.www,.com, Google, Facebook,YouTube, blogger and blah, blah have become part of my life.Searching for information, listening to music, chatting with friends, sharing pictures, networking and writing on blogger.


The internet have become addiction ,world at your finger tips, a mouse away.


I wonder what life would be without net and if it happen, god forbid, what will happen when i am blue.

SOME RETURN AS ROSES

SYNOPSIS:

Kashmir, the paradise on earth is known for its natural beauty has given birth to many philosopher, intellectuals and poets of great caliber.

"Some Return As Roses" is a 10 minute documentary film on great poet of Kashmir, Rasul Mir, whose poems still echoes in every nook and corner of Kashmir valley.

Director's note: Rasul Mir was not only a poet but also a philosopher and precepter.Though he died at a very young age he wrote some great and everlasting poems. Many of his poems were real hot love lyrics.

What got me in my head to make a film on Rasul Mir was not only his peoms but also his intrigue life. Hs love with a hindu belle and his death at young age.

I even used first koshur rock song, that's what i caled it.I hope that i have done full justice to the film.

IT'S SNOWING OUTSIDE

It's almost 1.00 clock,friday the fourteen of 2008 and it's snowing outside.The life in kashmir has came to standstill.Whole Kashmir has covered under snow as if somebody have painted it white.
I have not bathed or even brush my teeth.I don't want to come out of my bed as it is warm here. As for electricity there is no name of it and i think i will not even hear its name for many days.There is also no newspaper so no acess to news or outside world.

Though its gloomy atmosphere but i still like it.As i watch some small kids making snowman and others having snow fight making me remember my childhood.I am having hot cup of coffee and sleeping all day with life moving at snail's pace giving me lot of time to think

THOUGHT.......

Why we love life and hate death.
Why we love success and not failure.
Why we want to be winners.
Why we fall in love.
Why we get angry.
Why we get tense.
Why we love beautiful girl.
Why we have double standard.
Why do we get disappointed by failures.
Why we rule our children's life.
Why our needs never ends.
Why do we get jealous by others success.
Why are we materialistic.
Why do we have ego.
Why do we have complex.
Why do we have motto, idioms and phrases.
Why don't we are aimless.
Why we have beliefs and superstition.
What is life.

This is a story about my orgin.



Magray is a Martial Kashmiri tribe of Rajput origin. Magray sprung from Kashtri-un-Nassal Rajput. Kashtri-un-Nassal Rajput are one of the four classes of Hindus. Kashtri were people of ruling class having responsibility for the defence of the state. Ladhay Magray was the forefather of Magray tribe. Magres accepted Islam at the hand of Syed Ali Hamdani in thirteenth Century. The first person who entered in Kashmir and settled there belonged to Magray tribe thus making Magray tribe, the founders of Kashmir. Magray tribe ruled over Kashmir for seven hundred years. They invited Mughals to enter Kashmir in order to end disturbances in the valley. However, subsequently Mughals were defeated and pushed back by the Magray tribe. Magray tribe is settled all over the world with majority in Kashmir Valley. In spite of being SARDARS of the time, people of Magray tribe felt proud to be called as MAGRAY.

collage of big b's film posters

myself

Big B

my fav actor.

i am reading a book "five point someone". i have found it interesting.i like ryan's character , which is lot like me.it has inspire me to make film. one day i will make film similar to the book.

long time

it have been long time since i have done anything. though i am working in stupid local cable channel but it is waste of time, creativity & everything.but now i am starting few project. i hope it materializes.there few ideas in mind on which i am working.