Yes itz me

Yes itz me
The Obnoxious arrogant snob; the blot on your mirror, that makz u see, who u r

Friday, December 3, 2010

Life is funilarious

Life is funny. Especially in a way it unfolds

Anu has become a recent devout of mad men. Mad men is an American master series about a an advertising exec who is running away from his damaging past. Thus, when I was leaving for office in the morning she decided to watch it before going to hers. While browsing through folders she came across one with ‘mind’s eyes’. Remember, the short film I wrote in FTII. What a crapfest it was! What was I thinking at that time? I wanted to portray the facet of a character who is stuck somewhere in his psyche which he cant get out. Also, he is not violent, he is just getting over a break up. Like I know anything about getting over one. I just know how to be rejected.

I got what was I writing about. A guy getting over his break up. Off course, I am making a pun on the shrink. All shrinks are only interested in sexual innuendos. What a fuckturd it was.

It was my solo performance as the writer. I proposed to be a producer coz I thought I would have some control. However, I was too timid to be one.

I was afraid. What will people think of me? Will they laugh at me? Will they appreciate my writing? Will they fall in love with it?

All above reasons are acceptable, but one cant do something on the basis for that. Being a producer, writer, or a director is same being a teacher. One has to not care for the perception, but only care to do the job honestly. Fuck whatever they think. Be uninhibited.

One’s work must speak for itself.

I went wrong in lot of ways. I didn’t establish my character & its problem. I needed to do that. I had to also focus on the journey. I didn’t focus on the theme too.

It was an important learning experience. I’ll remember next time

Life is very unexpected. Life teaches one things, one doesn’t even know exists.

When I met Anju in St. Xaviers, I didn’t realize he would become a major influence on my character evolution. Neither did I realize how important Anu will become in my life. She after all taught me how to love.

The same goes with matchbox, the most unexpected thing life threw in my way. People, my seniors who did not like me, were fired, and were replaced by people from whom I am learning a lot.

Indeed, life is fucking funny.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

death rattle

“IN THE TIME OF UNIVERSAL DECEIT TELLING THE TRUTH IS A REVOLUTIONARY THING”

Being born in the heart of India, one without any doubt , accustom and adapt himself to the indigenous cultures of our diverse yet unified nation. Bhopal, the city in which, I came to this world, became a viable resource of all art forms that debauched me into the world of writing. It began with, writing short stories and school plays and soon turned into an obsession, that would take over my mind, for the rest of my life. Along with cinema, politics also took over my fascination, and soon found a place in my writings. Soon the focus shifted on the effect of decisions made in the closed offices of North and South block, on the common Indians.

“Call me don” (2001), the first play that I wrote and directed. was a tale of a Principal Secretary of State and his dysfunctional family, who becomes the center of media’s attention, after an alleged gas leak. My infatuation with theatre ended when after graduating high school in 2004, I shifted to Mumbai, for further education. The shift was a time to grow up, it was a time to quit writing. To get a job in the advertising world and forget all about the passion, the dream and the ideals.

But as it seems, you can not escape, who you are. So after surviving a short stint at an advertising firm, I had to retreat to my pencil and paper. It came on the dreadful night of July 2006. Seven bombs, not only blew up the local trains in Mumbai , it devastated the faith of the city. The city, in which I lived for last two years, found a home, was now in shambles. I could perceive a fear of unknown in it’s eyes but it was zilch in comparison of fear it’s inhabitants felt among each other; they were frightened of themselves.

After traveling in the local, the day after, I had to do something. I started writing, and questions kept arising; why some of us think so less of human lives? What would prompt an human being to kill others of his kind? Why have we become so mechanical , why have we become so hollow in recognizing religious and ethnic, other than ours? The questions were disturbing, yet were standing there, staring at me. This encounter resulted in ‘ An Oblate’s redemption’, a play about a suicide bomber, who is denied entry in heaven, even after he had finished his task of bombing a federal building. Now, no where to go, he follows an ambitious broadcast reporter, who is determined to find everything about the suicide bomber at all cost. In the midst of chaos , we are introduced the worst of mankind and we realize that even among all our prejudices, we all are fallible humans.

When I shifted my attention to films from theatre, my focus remained the same. The scripts that I had written till now are all based on socially relevant subjects. Whether ‘Walk alone/walking alone’ ( based on the wretched civic conditions in Mumbai) or ‘To be a Hero’ (based on horrors of outsourcing and development), all are focused on new generation Indians, who feel left out in the new India, still tied in the shambles of traditionalism. But irony of it is, that neither the producers are interested in such stuff, nor they want to entertain a 21 year old writer, who has no so called ‘film gene’ or ‘connection‘. There is no denying the fact that today the opportunities for the new cinema are immense, but one also has to accept the fact that these opportunities are saturated by the people, who have the ‘film connection’

After 21 years on this earth, I had found the path, that I wish to travel, probably for the rest of my life. It is the path less taken, a path much feared, a solitary one. But it is the path I know, would be my contribution for the development of the People.

Friday, December 28, 2007

glad & gloomy: Embodiment of a screenwriter

glad & gloomy: Embodiment of a screenwriter
CHAOS IN THE BACKYARD;
EMERGENCY IN PAKISTAN
CAUSES, REASONS, AND THE AFTERMATH


“Now, I will be famous”.
Wrote, Robert Hawkins, in the suicide note, before randomly shooting eight people in a mall. Albeit, Hawkins had no relations with Pakistan’s President Parvez Musharraf. They might, even had not heard of each other, before. But their deeds shook the two hemisphere, at the same point of time. Ironically, between them, only one would live to see the world agonizing over his debacle, and justify the reason, that led to this. It’s no puzzle, who survived Hawkins or Musharraf? While the former succumbed to self caused wounds, the later addressed the nation of Pakistan, on the night of November 3, urging it’s countrymen, to remain calm, while their rights are being snatched away by the Government, for the third time, in the short history of sixty years.
"I suspect that Pakistan's sovereignty is in danger unless timely action is taken. Extremists are roaming around freely in the country, and they are not scared of law-enforcement agencies. Kindly understand the criticality of the situation in Pakistan and around Pakistan. Pakistan is on the verge of destabilisation. Inaction at this moment is suicide for Pakistan and I cannot allow this country to commit suicide," said General Musharraf, in the national broadcast. “Therefore emergency is necessary to curb a rise in extremism in Pakistan.” He concluded.
Neither, Musharaff look deterrent, while declaring the emergency, nor his compatriots seem to be apprehensive about it. They were like rabbits, waiting to be hunted. Pak media created a big fuss, a week earlier, when they flashed on the television screens, that Musharraf is having a high profile meeting with his officials, that may result in emergency. While that did not happen, an air of uncertainty clouded the nation for next fourteen days. It finally rained on the evening of November 3, when the media forecast came true, and all Pakistan news networks, except government PTV were pulled of the air, Pakistan Supreme Court Judge Iftikhar Chaudhary was taken into custody and troops entered most of the government buildings.
Two weeks after he brought in the state of emergency and suspended the Constitution, thus virtually imposing martial law, Musharraf continued to defend his decision as the only course available to him “in the best interests of Pakistan”. His first steps after imposing the emergency were to dismiss all the judges of the higher judiciary; invite some to take the oath under a newly promulgated provisional constitutional order; lock up top lawyers, civil rights activists and other political opponents; and ban private television channels, eventually shutting down two of them. But, according to him, all this did not derail democracy. Instead, it helped prevent the Supreme Court from derailing democracy in Pakistan.
At first the rumor arose, which even reached Capitol Hill, that President Musharraf was deposed by his own army. But soon, when Musharraf came on PTV, and declared to the Pakistan and the world that for the third time he is dissolving the constitution and implementing the emergency, he even crossed the limit of paranoia, of his dictating predecessors. He became, the first reigning dictator to implement the Martial law. The previous generals, followed the traditional dogma; they first take army under their confidence, then oust the ruling democratic government and at last declare themselves, the ruler of the people.
But, Musharraf, the non believer, decided to do the unprecedented. He declared emergency, during his own reign. And it was not an impulsive decision, it was a well planned rationale choice, taken after much consideration.
He had to take this action because the judges were threatening to frustrate his political push for democracy, with their “confrontational” attitude towards him. Their judgments had left the government and law administration officials “demoralized and paralyzed” in the “war against terror”, and the “terrorists encouraged”. He held the judiciary responsible for worsening the law and order situation by ordering the release of terror suspects picked up by the intelligence agencies and also during the Lal Masjid crisis in Islamabad. He blamed the media, which he had “freed and liberated”, for reporting “untruths” and “distortions” and said they needed lessons in responsibility and that was why some channels had to be banned.
Now that the troublesome judges – “the source of the problem” – had been sacked and placed under house arrest, everything could go ahead as planned. He would get sworn in as President for his new term as soon the new-look Supreme Court gave him the go-ahead, stepping down as the army chief before he takes the oath of office. This he expects to happen by the end of November. The National Assembly finished its term on November 15 and elections are to be held, on schedule, in the first week of January 2008. Meanwhile, the war on terror could continue uninterrupted by the judiciary.
For Musharraf, this neat political calendar proves that the emergency has “put democracy back on the rails”. The Pakistan ruler has often said that his plan was to “introduce” democratic rule in Pakistan in three guided phases: the first phase was from October 1999, when he seized power after ousting Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif in a bloodless coup, up to 2002, “when I was in absolute control”. The second phase was from 2002, when a government came in after elections and he took office as President, playing a “supervisory” role while remaining the Army chief. The third phase, which according to him will begin when he takes oath as the civilian President, will mark the beginning of the transition to full democratic rule.
But as Pakistan braces for elections under emergency rule and a relentless crackdown on Musharraf’s political opponents, there are few takers for this story in the country or in the international community. The emergency is described as Musharraf’s “second coup”, this time against the judiciary to pre-empt a verdict against him. Even schoolchildren say that he imposed the emergency only to hang on to power and not, as he claimed, because the country was in danger of being taken over by extremists owing to some Supreme Court judgments. People are demanding to know how, if deteriorating law and order situation due to the terrorist threat was one of the reasons for the emergency, the Army could make a bargain to release militants in exchange for the release of soldiers held hostage by pro-Taliban tribal people in the frontier areas even as they arrested moderate lawyers and civil rights activists. They ask why the army had taken so long to launch an operation against Mullah Fazlullah, a radical preacher in Swat in the North West Frontier Province, until his private army took control of large swathes of territory. They compare it to the six-month inaction in the case of Lal Masjid.
Musharraf has said that the emergency will help in conducting free and fair parliamentary elections, but no one is buying that. Prime Minister Muhammedmian Soomro, who heads the caretaker government, is a member of the Pakistan Muslim League (Quaid), the ruling party since 2002, and is hardly seen as neutral.
Initially it looked as if Musharraf, despite his unpopularity in Pakistan, would still be able to come up trumps on his gamble of imposing the emergency. The reaction from the Pakistan People’s Party (PPP) and its leader Benazir Bhutto was muted. Exiled to Jeddah, Nawaz Sharif could hardly be expected to whip up a storm against Musharraf, especially as his party had shown its inability to collect a respectable enough crowd even for his September 10 aborted return to Pakistan. The only resistance came from lawyers and civil society activists. But the police crackdown on protests meant fewer and fewer people were coming out on the streets to protest. Those who could mobilise crowds had been jailed on day one of the emergency. Their list included prominent lawyers such as Aitzaz Ahsan and office-bearers of bar associations countrywide. The government also placed Asma Jahangir, the prominent human rights activist, under house arrest.
Musharraf also brought in an amendment to the Army Act empowering military courts to try civilians for a range of offences from sedition, terrorism and the making of statements that could instigate “public mischief”. He denied that it was aimed at silencing critics and claimed that it was meant only to strengthen the government’s hands against terrorism. But it was condemned by the opposition parties and international human rights organizations as a reaffirmation that the emergency was indeed martial law.

TROUBLE IN THE TRIGGER; ARMY, WAZIRSTAN & RED MOSQUE FIASCO

Internal and external troubles in army observers claim that, another reason which prompted the Premier to take such drastic step. During the last few months, military personnel have increasingly become targets of ambushes and kidnappings. The headless bodies of several kidnapped soldiers have been found, with messages from the militants warning the army to pull out of the area.
In some of the latest fighting on Monday, the army reported 50 troops missing when a supply convoy to one of the garrisons in the north eastern part of the district was ambushed. Local reports say all 50 were killed and their bodies set on fire. The army says only 25 were killed. In August, militants in the neighbouring South Waziristan district kidnapped nearly 300 troops, including at least nine officers, who are yet to be released.
Significantly, many of these troops are reported to have surrendered without firing a shot.
This has landed the government in a tight spot. One way of restoring the morale of the troops would be to go in with a clearly defined surgical operation, having a set time-frame.
This could be followed by a prompt and efficient programme of economic aid and political reform aimed at winning friends and isolating the "enemies". But the government is arguably already past that stage, mainly due to its early policy of protecting the Taleban and their "foreign guests". For months after the country joined the US-led "war on terror" in 2001, North and South Waziristan districts continued to serve as a transit point for Taleban, Arab and other foreign fighters escaping US military operations in Afghanistan.


When it came under pressure from Western powers to do something about this, the government decided to send in the army. That sidelined the tribal administration which had the experience of governing the tribal areas over the years. As a result, the army suffered disastrous losses in 2004. Soon after, it signed a string of peace treaties leaving the militants in virtual control of the region.
However, it did occasionally act on specific US intelligence to destroy the odd target, or claimed to have carried out a strike that was actually conducted by the US inside Pakistani territory. Two such strikes in the tribal regions of Bajaur and South Waziristan in late 2006 and early 2007 enraged militant leaders who vowed revenge. In July, the army's storming of the radical Red Mosque in the country's capital, Islamabad, added fuel to the fire. More than 200 people were killed in the three attacks.
The government described the occupants of the Red Mosque as militants, but they and their political allies said they were either religious students or innocent civilians.
In any event, the militants unilaterally cancelled their peace agreements with the government and started targeting the army and the police.
Over the years, Pakistan says it has deployed more than 90,000 troops in the tribal areas, the bulk of them in Waziristan. Following peace deals with the militants, these troops were pulled out of check posts and were either deployed on the border with Afghanistan, or stationed in scores of fortified military posts dating from the British period.
Troops in North Waziristan are supplied from two roads, one coming in from the east and another from the north. Those in South Waziristan only have one supply road, which links Wana with Dera Ismail Khan, a city in the south of the North West Frontier Province. Once inside the tribal region, these supplies are transported via a network of roads and dirt tracks that connect various military posts.

It is these roads and tracks that are most vulnerable. Over the last couple of months, no supply convoy has traversed the region without the escort of a helicopter gunship.
But combat troops are reluctant to face the militants on the ground, apparently because their knowledge of the area is limited and the "enemy" is indistinguishable from the civilian population. Earlier this year, the army succeeded in evicting foreign fighters from Wana by supporting a Taleban commander, Maulvi Nazir.
But in Mir Ali, another major hub of foreign militants linked to al-Qaeda, there is no evidence that a similar strategy is going to be repeated. The Pakistani military is well and truly bogged down.




THE NEO LIBERAL AMERICANS & THEIR IDEALS OF DEMOCRACY

The Americans have tended to use their crucial financial and military support selectively against democratic governments. The pattern is unmistakably clear. The first large-scale American food and military aid started to pour into Pakistan in late 1953, months after the dismissal of its first civilian government. It continued for a decade as Pakistan under a military regime joined various US-sponsored defence pacts against the Soviet Union.
The US started having problems with Pakistan when an elected government came to power in 1972, but poured billions of dollars into the country when another military regime took over in 1977 and agreed to fight the Soviets in Afghanistan.
Similarly, while the elected governments that followed during 1988-99 had to live with a decade of US sanctions, the military regime of Gen Musharraf, that ousted the last civilian government in 1999, remains a 'well supplied' ally in the US' 'war on terror'.
In the days immediately after the recent coup, Washington gave out mixed signals, expressing disapproval of the emergency but making it clear that it was still throwing its weight behind Musharraf, “a trusted ally” in the “war on terror”, as Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and other senior figures in the Bush administration described him. But by the end of the second week of the emergency, very different signals were emerging from Musharraf’s most important international ally.
The George Bush administration backed a Benazir-Musharraf alliance as the best course for a stable Pakistan and, by extension, for its “war on terror”. But with that idea looking shaky, U.S. Deputy Secretary of State John D. Negroponte arrived in Islamabad with a “strong message” for President Musharraf to lift the emergency immediately, step down as Army chief, remove the restrictions on the media and release all political prisoners. He was also expected to convey that the U.S. was evaluating the aid to Pakistan in the light of the emergency, even as Benazir demanded that Washington must threaten Musharraf with the suspension of financial assistance. It is not clear whether her new confrontationist position is a result of her reading of the tea leaves in Washington and sensing that the Bush administration is now resigned to change, or whether the U.S. stills sets store by a Benazir-Musharraf power-sharing deal and sent Negroponte to explore whether that is still in the realm of the possible.


As elections approach, exiled leaders Benazir Bhutto and Nawaz Sharif, both former prime ministers, threaten to return to the country with the express aim of effecting a regime change.
But Gen Musharraf, like his predecessors, is fighting to keep his military office and his special powers under the constitution to dismiss governments and parliaments.
Thus, the story of Pakistan continues to be one of despotic regimes using religious extremists and external support to keep the secular democratic forces at bay; and when these forces do assert themselves, to tie them down in legal constraints that are designed to ensure their failure.
It is the story of a society that has been going round in circles for the last 60 years.




A NATION BEHIND BARS

Chief Justice Iftikhar Muhammed Chaudhary: Sacked from the Supreme Court and under house arrest in Islamabad, as are 11 other judges of the court who did not take the oath under the Provisional Constitutional Order (PCO). The approach to his villa in Judges Enclave, a hillock with a scenic view of the Marghalla hills, has been blocked with barricades and barbed wire. Chaudhary can still communicate with the outside world and has sporadically sent out messages to the legal community to resist the emergency and boycott the judges who have taken the oath under the PCO.

Aitzaz Ahsan, Munir Malik, Ali Ahmed Kurd, Tariq Mehmood, are few of many prominent lawyers who have been arrested.

Asma Jahangir: Has been freed from house arrest. chairperson of the independent Human Rights Commission of Pakistan and a Supreme Court lawyer, she is known internationally for her three-decades of struggle against injustices in Pakistan against women, children and members of minority communities.
Jahangir’s battle on behalf of the people who have disappeared since 2001, allegedly after being picked up by intelligence agencies as terror suspects, has been a finger in the government’s eye. She praised Musharraf for bringing changes to the draconian Hudood laws, which inflicted misery on thousands of women, but said the changes were insufficient.


Politicians

Javed Hashmi: The acting president of Nawaz Sharif’s Pakistan Muslim League (N), Hashmi seemed never too far away from arrest. In August, in one of his first anti-Musharraf judgments after being reinstated, Iftikhar Chaudhary freed Hashmi, who had been behind bars since 2003, convicted of treason for trying to incite a mutiny in the Pakistan Army.
His release gave the PML(N) some leadership in the absence of the exiled Nawaz Sharif. Jail did not mellow this parliamentarian. In his very first speech on the floor of the National Assembly after his release, he lashed out at the military for being involved in politics.
In the months since then, Hashmi was in and out of jail as police cracked down on political activists.
Imran Khan: The former cricketer and leader of the Pakistan Tehreek-i-Insaf escaped house arrest in Lahore Robin Hood style, by scaling two – in his reckoning – 10-foot-high walls. But he was captured by the police 10 days later when he emerged from hiding to lead a students’ rally at the Punjab University campus.
Students of the Islami Jamiat-e-Taliba (IJT), the youth wing of Imran’s apparent ally, the Jamaat-i-Islami, herded him into a building on campus, locked him up, and handed him to the police.
It was an abrupt end to his attempt to mobilise students against the regime, but his arrest could actually help him gain a constituency among the youth who are angry with the IJT for helping the regime.

GOODBYE GENERAL!

On November 28, after relentless poking from bureaucrats, people and media, in and outside the Pakistan, Musharraf finally gave up his Army uniform and nominated another US adored, General Ashfaq Kayani as the new chief of staff.
Observers of the Pakistan military are divided on this, why Musharraf, decided to quit now and nominated Kayani?
According to one school of thought, articulated in a recent editorial in The Friday Times, Musharraf went to the extent of naming his successor as Army chief, and continues to insist that he will shed his uniform to become a civilian President, only because he is confident that the army will never turn against him. If he suspected otherwise, he would not have done this. Nor would he have risked imposing a virtual martial law, in defiance of opinion at home and abroad.
The Army’s loyalty to him is said to spring from its deep apprehension that handing over power to politicians can only worsen the dangers that Pakistan is facing to its integrity from Islamist, Al Qaeda-inspired militants who already control considerable territory inside Pakistan and a simmering insurgency in Balochistan while the presence of U.S.-led coalition troops on the Afghan border constitutes a threat to the country’s sovereignty. This school argues that the military wants a civilian that it can trust, and Musharraf is their candidate for a powerful President. Musharraf himself said in an interview that the Army had such faith in his leadership that it was impossible that it would move against him.
But another school of thought believes that if the Army begins to sense that its reputation as an institution is becoming damaged through Musharraf, it may act to save itself. In this, the role of General Ashfaq Kayani, who is the new Vice-Chief of the Army Staff and the named successor to Musharraf when he steps down as the Army chief, is said to be crucial.
Kayani owes his rise in the Army to Musharraf, but he is also believed to be close to Benazir, whom he served as military secretary during her first term as Prime Minister. His rapport with Benazir is said to be one reason that Musharraf named him his successor, to prepare the ground for a power-sharing deal with Benazir, and ensure a smooth working relationship between the troika of the President, the army chief and the Prime Minister. Kayani was also one of the principal negotiators with Benazir – he was then heading the Inter-Services Intelligence – as the two sides hammered out the deal.


THE NEW DAWN?

With all the major news channel in the dump and his political opponents under arrest, on November 29, Musharraf, took the presidential oath for another five-year term. It was administered by the new Chief Justice Abdul Hamid Dogar.
With elections on January 8, and formation of a new alliance among the political heavyweights (PML-N, PPP, TIJ et al) against Musharraf, the Pakistan is impatiently waiting for a transition. That could take it to the era of democracy. But the world has it’s qualms.
A recent study, by an American agency concluded Pakistan as a ‘Failed State’. With the sixty years of failed experiments with democracy, the analysis deduced that It has inherited this problem. It is the facing a dilemma in choosing a path to govern; whether to be an Islamic emirate or a budding democracy. It tried to opt for the third option, a hybrid of the two. As the history observes, it failed drastically. It resulted in coups, corruption and a nation on the verge of collapse.
While it is impossible to conduce, there is still hope for this nation. The recent protests against the autocratic control, were noted in almost every section of Pakistan’s society. Lawyers, who are in vanguard, have instigated a fire, that had seem to hijacked by the fundamentalists at one point of time. But as the, dynamics of the scenario, project the veritable thought would prevail. I would be better for everyone, for India, for the world and more prominently, for a nation, that has been called a ‘failed state.


MOCKING

THE

GATEKEEPERS

Some newspapers have ridiculed the post of the editor, by introducing the concept of celebrity guest editor, Parakh Chouhan examines….







Dressed in casual debauching white shirt and blue jeans, he entered the Bombay Times editorial meeting on, Monday afternoon. Greeting the awaited journalists, he started going through the news of the day.
He was neither the editor nor remotely a reporter. This was Abhishek Bachchan and had came not to give an interview but to edit Bombay Times, the prestigious supplement of The Times of India.
He was invited by a newspaper to be their guest editor. Indian newspapers have now adopted a publicity trick from abroad. Publications often invite celebrities as guest editors
“It is a new ludicrous method, that one media house has adopted to increase the circulation of their newspapers and entice more advertisements.” reacts Ajay Sampurn, a media expert and owner of a news agency.
Just after Indian cricket team won Vodaffone series in 2002, the Times of India asked the team captain, Sourav Ganguly to be their guest editor, for a day.
“They received record advertising revenue for that issue. Contrary to popular belief, advertising plays more important factor, rather than circulation” explains Sampurn.
The ‘guest editor of the day’, sport some pictures with pen in his mouth and a dark spectacles on his nose. With generous help, he is supposed to have a written piece, which is carried as the editorial on the front page. Their quotes arecarried on every other page.
For instance, Saniya Mirza played an editor of Times of India, for a day , right after she won her first ITA championship. It is not a co-incidence that the issue carried, half page advertisement of ‘Tata Tea’ was printed.
Six months ago, another publication of BCCL group, The Economic Times, brought out an edition, as Lakshmi Mittal it’s guest editor. In the entire issue, even for once, Mittal never forgot to mention the name of his company. The echoes of Mittal’s exuberance appeared even in the prestigious editorials.
Why should the self proclaimed world’s largest selling English newspapers, need to employ such marketing gimmicks? Former editor and senior journalist, N. V. Kamath valors to answer.
In a news article he writes,
“Even after their proclamations, newspaper industry is going through a tough phase. The circulations are constantly dropping and the loyal readers are going extinct. As a result, existence newspapers such as Times of India and Maharashtra Times are becoming insecure, day by day.
And their anxieties have enhanced, with the entry of new players like Essar group (co owner of DNA) and foreign publications such as The Wall Street Journal.”





So to counter these problems, they are continuously devising new ideas such as that of ‘guest editors‘. Hence the qualification of the guest editor is irrelevant, as long as he or she maintains their star status. Mark Maneul, the editor of Bombay Times, the man who presented Abhishek Bachchan, as their guest editor, essays it right, “We wanted some one, who is an youth icon and is accepted largely by the young, as we are targeting them for readership. Hritik Roshan’s name was on the top of the survey. But as he could not make it, we called Abhishek, who was second in the survey.”
Mark neither deny nor accept, that their recent issue was a marketing influenced decision, rather than editorial.
“There are no ethics left in journalism. It is all about revenue. Advertisers have changed the mindset of the newspapers, if they want to keep running, they have to function like a FMCG (FAST MOVING CONSUMER GOOD)” reveals an associate editor, who do not want to be named.
This is the scenario not only in India. Abroad it is much worse. Editor of the LA Times had to resign, after it was revealed that he took money from a Hollywood producer, Brian Grazer, for making him the guest editor of the newspaper, at the onset of his film’s release.
Even today, in most newspapers, editorial, is considered most sacred and pious page. Apart from setting the tone of the publication, it informs the readers where the newspaper stands. And when they hire a celebrity to do that job, it creates a void among the readers. It may give a boost to the circulation, for a day and debauch advertisers. But in the long run, marketing gimmicks like ‘celebrity guest editors’ put a stain on the reputation of the newspaper. The position of the editor is not something to be played with. It is of great responsibility and integrity. And that is the reason, why only one Indian newspaper among 37945 publications across the nation, has dared to mock the sacred title of the editor, which is regarded as the gatekeeper of the media.

By
Parakh Chouhan.

Embodiment of a screenwriter


I ADVISE, YOU NOT TO READ IT, AS IT IS LONG, BORING AND MUNDANE. IT IS RESULT OF MY CONSCIENCE HESITATIONS AND MY CHOICE OF PROFESSION. AND, YEAH, WHY i WRITE. I KNOW ITS TOO MUCH, SORRY..........

As I had already mentioned, it took me 4 weeks to write. Its time to explain why. After, or somewhere before, I reached Goa. I began to think why i write. There is always a reason, why things happen and I thought workshop gave me the impetus or the boiling point for that. So, I decided to write and rambled on for four pages. It would be cruel, for me, to ask you to read it. Actually it would be obnoxious, as you have no fucking idea of my existence.

But, somehow, I thought, it would be cheating, as you, all out there, have given me, great opportunities and I donn know how to thank you for that, except to write.

I think, when you realize what you wann do with your life, the real struggle begins. Albeit, the realization of your ability and calibre might not appear instantaneously, but it takes a lot of time. Like all other, I had a clandestine desire to make movies. At 14, I started scribbling, something. Thought, in two years Spielberg would direct it. As we, know and good for him, it never happened. I returned to my shady desk,and began preparing for my pre medicals, became another sheep in line to emulate my pedigree.

I didn't know, what screenwriting was, till I read an article , in Sunday TOI. I think, it was 2004. It was about One writer's struggle to start screenwriting course in India. I had never heard of him, but was fan of two movies he wrote. especially his last one. I think, you know him. (sorry, for being dramatic or stupid. whatever)

It was inspiring; hell it was so instigating, that I decided to confront my folks. After hesitating for 2 long months, and pain sticking 13 pre medicals, I revealed to them, my desire to be any one else but a doctor. I did nt had a courage to tell them, that I wann be a film maker. So told them about my serire to study, a less embarrassing subject; media.

Off course, they were upset, for the loss of their heir, to run their hospital. But, to my surprise they became the biggest support system. Trusting me in my moronic endeavors and letting me do, what I wanted.

Yada yada yada...I came to Mumbai, a city which I despised, where I never wished to live. But now as it seemed, I had to live as the other cities of this great nation had no option for the course I wanted to study. As it happened, the city welcomed me with open heart. Zilching(yeah, its not a word & m no writer) my animosities, it revealed, it's true soul.

My first month here, and chaos overtook the city. I saw the havoc of july 26. It's after math shrugged me. The Mumbai I saw, was not of despair but of hope. Helping hands everywhere. Everywhere you look. I saw many things, in coming months.

It was not me anymore, it was the city. A city which talked, without even speaking a word. I donn know why, but I kept writing, even though no one wanted to read anymore.

A year went by. Around six, in the evening, a phone call awake me. Again, It was my folks, they were anxious, were desperately asking me, where I was. Home, I replied. With relief they informed me that there were bomb blasts in the city. I switched on the tele, and again, there was chaos. They begged me, to return home.

But I was home.

The city was volatile, they had fears. It had burnt before. It had taken lives, out of the slightest sign of anxiety. My decision to stay, finally prevailed. They retreated. Their only source of relief, was that,that they had got me an apartment, in one of the city's most safe neighborhoods; a Hindu neighborhood. Guarded by the phantoms, who themselves were murderers. They would never kill their own. But, when people are frightened, they donn recognize their own. They only seek to trench their anxiety.

Against their wishes I got down, roamed around the city. The orange office, of the patrons of my neighborhood was flooded. I thought I would see hate, i would see anger. But they were empty. No one spoke. In unison they watched as people, just people, helped each other. A city that was smoking a day earlier, tonight was calm. I thought of writing something, but kept staring at the cursor. Next day, I had college.

The local was surprisingly empty. People, the same People, who till yesterday were filled with anguish, avoided looking at each other. They were not frightened, but were just blank, pitifully void of any emotions. After reaching college, I found out, that administration had shut down all institutions for today, to avoid any mishap. I didnt understand, how they can avoid something that had, already taken place.

Everything remain shut, except hospitals. It seemed people came directly to it, from their shut down places. Some were in search for their dear ones, others were there to hold them. Nothing happened, as days went by. Everything returned to routine. The locals were crowded, colleges reopened. The air began to stunk, again. But, the city was not calm, anymore. The People had begun to stare at each other. This time, it was not blank anymore. Their eyes had emotions; it was of hate. They were frightened, they were scared, they were suspicious. And it came out, as it had always, came before. In the shape of anger.

They thrashed some guys, who they thought were terrorist, refused to allow People to board, who they thought were terrorist. They stared in disgust, at people, they thought terrorist. The same People, who they saved, that night. The same People, who saved them. The same People, who were beside them all this time. The same people, were now terrorist.

They started, writing blogs despising them, sent text messages attacking them, made movies agonising them. Now, everyone was a terrorist. A city, that in the beginning, I hated and that if i may say, had slowly seduced me, was now glaring at me. And for the first time, It was blank. I sat down, in anger to write something. After a time, slammed my laptop, I couldnt type a single word. I was incompetent.

Lost in oblivion, i saw an ad, about a competition about my feeling about the city and me and off course, the bomb blast. It was an appropriate opportunity, now I had a platform, for the city, I loved. I thought to write a long essay, but again words refused to come. Then, a day, for a class project, eight of us were discussing topics for a play. Many options were mooted. One was about the motive of suicide bomber. It was the most ridiculous thing I had heard. He is called suicide bomber, because he was successful in his motive. Otherwise, he would have been called failed bomber or some other thing. To avoid the mundane acting responsibility, I presented myself as a self proclaimed writer. It was decided that, like other self proclaimed snobs of the group, I would come up with something "interesting", that means something that would bring us more marks than others.

While returning home, via local, and thinking of something "interesting". I looked at the people, who I had avoided successfully, in past two months. They were all discussing, something common. They were discussing about the boggie, we were traveling in. Their conversation reached my ear; it was indeed, about the boggie. It is the same piece of steel, which was bombed on July 11. You can smell the fresh paint, you can see the scar, you can see the writing on the wall, which proudly reminded the commuters of that evening. It all rushed back to me; the city, the people, the bomb. The bomber.

I started thinking. I began seeing him. He was not a monster. He loved the city as much as I did. He had a family, a mother, closed friends, a girl who he loves. he was just a guy like me, hell, he was me.

I started writing. For the first time, in months, words were pouring out. I saw who he was, I followed him like a shadow. Pages after pages, his life became 12 point courier fonts.

My restriction was 10 pages, I had 23 pages of crap with me. Pure crap. But I was happy, it felt like, that I had just vomited, everything that was blocking me. The writing was terrible, the grammar was heinous, but the People understood. I saw a guilt in their eyes, a sense of frustration grew over them, they started discussing, started questioning, who are we? Is this, what we want from us? Have we come down, at a level to hate each other, just to feel a sense of satisfaction?

Now the city didnt stare at me, anymore. There was a sense of respect. A believe, a hope, that wheels will turn, People will change.

Nothing changed.

Few days later, people began to hate each other. Again, started forwarding those messages. Dismayed, I started writing. No restrictions, wrote what I wanted to write, soon realized it wasn't easy. Learnt, you have to fall innumerable times, before you could walk. Kept writing and deleting, did that Continuously for a year, yet I had no story. But I had characters that, I had never seen or met before. I had outsourcing, farmer suicide, excessive capitalization, neo liberalism, naxalism, reservation, ethanol subsidy, globalization, bureaucracy, transition in newspaper business, lost love, lost family, police brutality, North block, IB, RAW, college drop outs, royals who wann return to power, freedom of expression.

I had Chomsky, Orwell, Manto.

What I didn't had, was a story.

I wrote, pages and pages, for 4 months, amounted to 173. Yet, no story. Ultimately, gave up. Took a vacation. Went Tirupati with family, Himalayas with pals. Now, I didn't wann write anymore. I had not worked in months, I needed a job to feel high. But not an advertising or reporting, a writing job. So met a man, in may end. He asked me to write a short story, about a family, coming back to Mumbai, and then leaving just after few days, because it is a 'city of hell'. At the first sound, it was an absurd idea. Hearing the second time, made it more absurd. It was against everything, I believed in. I didnt hate the city, I donn care about culture, I didn believe in it. I almost dropped the idea, but after he called me again, I started it again. I thought I could write, I saw two character, I saw the city. I saw an unforgettable story. A story that I dumped, somewhere, while writing the script. I had only one aim, to finish it at any cost, so that I have at least one feature script. The result, a messy, highly disgusting and embarrassing script. A script without a story. (The funny thing about being a writer, or a phony one at least, is that u start to think in terms of credits. you need things to fill your resume, so that you can more work, to fill your cv, some more.)

Thankfully, from even most gruesome acts, something, great comes out. And, my new script is no exception. Like all writers, I am looking this script from the horizon and its giving me chills. All I have to do now, is to write. Just write........
(And yeah, thanks for reading) I know, it was a torture!