Music Interpretations – Omkara & RDB

Tushar | Movies, Review | December 10, 2006 at 1:52 am

Continuing my inspired works based on music from films, here is some more stuff….

Omkara

Omi lives

Tej thaa jhonka kya karoon

Out I take my gunpowder and there you go down
I will not get any better now
Now that I have tasted it once
I am addicted till I die
These blue sheets below me and the sodiums do no longer any good
The make up looks a shade less real in the green room mirror

kabhi ankhiyon se peena Kabhi hothon se peena
Me redefining the way value was valued in the yore

The night passed in a whimper and it still lingered on, your harsh denial

Aisi phoonk lagi jaalim ki ke baansuri jaisi baaji main
And pop I said yes!
This beat will go till I like it to go on

Karvat karvat pyaas lagi thi
Tej thaa jhonka

I sang and I dance without a sense of time

Kabhi acha lage marna kabhi muskil lage jeena
Relief was just a life away
No, no, a little slower

Tere issaq ka…….

Jag Jaa

Naino mein tere hum hi base hain
Jag jaa ri gudia misri ki pudia
Meethe lage do naina
O ree rani gudia
Aree jag jaa mare jag jaa

Halka sa kosa
Subah ka bosa
Maan jaa ree ab jag jaa
Naak pe tere kaatega bichhoo jag jaa tu maan jaa
Jo chahe lelo dasrath ka vaada
Naino se kholo jee raina

Kirano ka sona os ke moti
Motiyon sa mogra
Tera bichhona bhar bhar ke daaroon gulmohar ka tokra

Rang De Basanti

BOLLY-CULAR WORLD II – PAINT IT YELLOW- I

Rang De Basanti/Paathshala/Ek Omkaar/Tu Bin Bataaye
Close your eyes and see the world as you never seen it before…truth in its true colors….think hard a million times…stay quiet so that you could avoid the silence….one truth that would belly all faith…

A virgin beat..galloping through the tides of time…the dust that lovingly blends in the air that we all breathe and eat….the twilight zone that wards all darkness off…paint it yellow.
Dreams and loneliness….sadness across generations…pain reborn, joy revisited.
This earth does not complain, so do I mind the smoke?

Amongst all the colors that we wear, there is one that is like an unseen sheath over all the overtures. A broken tea pot over a light firewood flame on a December Delhi foggy morning, I cant see the bus coming but can hear it coming, who knows its just yesterday reverberating through today’s fog.

We will ride through bumpy roads in rickety carts, through the flourishing meadows where mineral water still remains unbottled. Paint it yellow.

Jeans and kurta are together like night and day. Faces that we see but don’t remember, friends that we remember the names but cant recall the face, music that flows like smoke out of the window, buy the books but promise you would never read them like the movie you liked but never took home, the girl you adored but never confronted in a dream sequence of sorts.

Take a mile across the farms in Ambala next to the “nahar” turn right walk further half mile and lo! You will find yourself in the middle of a grand swiss valley, there you can see the snow capped mountains kissing the tilted skies, here you run and catch a wish how you time would stop and only clouds would move around. Staring at the dead screen infuses some life into the dead’ness and makes me live a moment of life with the imagined ethereal beauty around. Transformation, migration. Transportation. Departure. Drift. Swept away. Change the tape now, or we might never stop at the Dhaba we wanted to savour the alu da paratha with creamy frothy lassi.

more to come – RAINCOAT, EUPHORIA(!)

Tushar Shukla(am I the only one here on a Sunday? )