Short film for local cable channel,TAKE 1.

FILMOGRAPHY

SO FAR

1. For a few rupees more(2004)
A short documentary about labour in Kashmir.

2. Some return as roses(2006)
A documentary film on great Kashmir poet, Rasul Mir.

3. Intezaar(2009)
Kashmiri music album.

WORKING ON

1. Habba Khatoon and the mystery.
Documentary on mystery about great Kashmir poetess Habba Khatoon's existence.

2. Saints & seers
A documentary on saints in Kashmir & faith of the people in them.



CONTACT: +91 990.659.2738{MOBILE}
yargam@yahoo.co.in{e-mail}
Bulbul bagh,barzulla,srinagar,kashmir{Address}

HELLO

These are link to my other profile on net.


BLOGGER
http://riyazsworld.blogspot.com/


FACEBOOK
http://www.facebook.com/riyaz.ali.magray


TWITTER
https://twitter.com/riyazalimagray


FLICKR
http://www.flickr.com/people/riyazamagray/


VIMEO
http://www.vimeo.com/riyazalimagray


Hope u will check them.

My showreel

Char Chinari

Char Chinari from Riyaz ali magray on Vimeo.


A short film about char chinar for local cable channel.

A Short film about Rasul Mir

MAKING A GOOD FILM......

Making a good film is rather like learning to write the good English.We talk of the universal language of moving pictures and, like any language, film has its own grammar. Individual shots are like sentence, and sequence of shots are like paragraph.The whole film is like a magazine article or short story.

typOgraphy

Search for myself

This note about search for myself.



I oscillate between two places.


One : BULBUL BAGH, BARZULLA, SRINAGAR

Place where i am born & brought-up. Here i spent my childhood.Playing with my friends.Pranks on my neighbors.Studying in a best school.

Though i spent my entire life here yet i feel like a stranger.


Two: MANDIPORA, DORU,ANANTNAG

Village where my ancestral lived from ages.My great grandfather,my grandfather,my father,my uncles,my aunts,my kins & kith.

Though people of this village are strangers yet i feel some strong bond with them.

My parents migrated to city for a decent life, better job opportunity & quality education for me & my sisters.

I feel village has disown me & city has yet to accept me.

I have lost my identity.
My life is at a crossroad.
I am plagued by a question of identity & search for myself.

But someday, i will find where i really belong to & who i am.

Mem-oir

It has been long since i passed Burn Hall but i still remember my first day at school when my parents left me at gate of my school.It just seems tomorrow. For me, Burn Hall days were the most precious of my memories. Those are the best part of my life.

Burn Hall has been home to generation for doctors, engineers, lawyers,scientist, entrepreneurs, politicians and many more.

White shirt, Grey pant, black & white stripe tie,black shoe, blue blazer in winter, school anthem,classmate and playing pranks on teachers still linger in mind.Those corridor,classroom,fancy dress competition,growing & grasping,friendship formed for a lifetime.I wish i could turn the clock back.

I still remember my last day at school when most of my friend parted away to follow their dream.

I will always love Burn Hall, my school, which gave me so much & left me wanting so much more. It have been long time since i have left Burn Hall but Burn Hall have not left me.

Read somewhere

May god bless u with the foolishness to think that you can make difference in the world, so that u will do the things which others tell u cannot be done.

Habba Khatoon & the mystery

Poster of my doc film "Habba Khatoon & the mystery"

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.