Piku is a movie so close to my heart that I find it difficult to put in words. Frankly I cannot pinpoint the reason why it's such a favourite with me. May be as my Mama put it there are parts of me in that character. For me a movie is about building characters and this movie did that ina beautiful way. Each of the characters - Irfaan, Deepika, Amitabh, Mousumi was so clearly defined! And like real human beings, they had those flickers of unknown as well. Feelings expressed through glances and smiles and unspoken words. The entire road trip, where Irfaan looks at Deepika and she slowly starts getting comfortable - I am not sure any dialogue could have done any better.
There's that scene when Piku reaches kolkata and she looks out of the window, making childlike faces. It's so real and reminiscent of our childhood - moments from our memory, balcony just come rushing by. The father-daughter relationship was probably the central point but all these little things make Piku what it is - a movie with a soul.
Friday, 29 March 2019
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
"aisehi"...jab bhi mujhe kuch kehna hota tha..main shayad yehi kehti thi...aur yeh sochti thi tum samajh rahe ho..
Today when I am writing this ..i feel like shouting out ' bas aisehi'..
There was no reason for you to talk to me..I know I was the one who did that...I was the one who tried to cling onto when you were far away...Just that I never wanted to tell you anything...
Somewhere when it felt like may be ..may be..
It was not school that everything was trivial..I knew exactly what I was doing everyday...
I dont blame you...even when you live with a beast..feelings aa jaate hai..main to firbhi tumhaare dost hun...You never said anything..woh to bas main hi ajeeb hun..
Just that i miss my phone vibrating, miss calling you to say good morning, miss saying good night, miss the drunk calls, miss snatching away the cigarrette, miss catching you sneaking a look at the Hot girl passing by, ...miss you when it rains , miss you when I go the restaurants here, miss you while standing at the balcony, miss asking you what you had in dinner..miss telling you every little detail..miss you every damn moment
Today when I am writing this ..i feel like shouting out ' bas aisehi'..
There was no reason for you to talk to me..I know I was the one who did that...I was the one who tried to cling onto when you were far away...Just that I never wanted to tell you anything...
Somewhere when it felt like may be ..may be..
It was not school that everything was trivial..I knew exactly what I was doing everyday...
I dont blame you...even when you live with a beast..feelings aa jaate hai..main to firbhi tumhaare dost hun...You never said anything..woh to bas main hi ajeeb hun..
Just that i miss my phone vibrating, miss calling you to say good morning, miss saying good night, miss the drunk calls, miss snatching away the cigarrette, miss catching you sneaking a look at the Hot girl passing by, ...miss you when it rains , miss you when I go the restaurants here, miss you while standing at the balcony, miss asking you what you had in dinner..miss telling you every little detail..miss you every damn moment
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