Mind is where the Heart is!

Where lies my heart!
Am a par Dreamer
or a Wanderer
Chasing the fickle dreams
That never promise to come again!

What is my heart!
That shows not its melting potion!
That laughs louder than others!

What is my mind!
A little witty, Confused,
suffused with the thought
of a "what is going to happen next?"

Actually, It follows my heart!
Because the heart does the balancing act!
Beneath the mirth lies a thought of restless ness
grief if i may say!
And suddenity! Surprisingly surprise!

And my mind follows it
like an able brother!

Bombay was never ever better

The braod lanes
Sunkissed window panes
The bus stops and ques
Trains shouting out their sinew
Bandra, Khar, Colaba
Nariman Point!
Through the eyes
of movies bouyant!
with the hidden spirit of Mumbai....

Am i telling too much?

Can't do without complaining that i was not alive...
to feel the Bamly Bombay winds during Basu Chatterji Days
Can't believe that the then Bombay is no more!
And u still live it in his movies!
A subjugation to the then life of commoners
of mothers bothering about Mr. Right for their daughters!
The good and gentle beginning of Baboodom!
Of marriages and remarriages, of little jokes and that!
Once was Bombay what you see through his lens!

Perhaps not another city can beat its then charm!

It satisfies to see that the hero in his films is a commoner, a dreamer and a doer.
And the heroine as charming as a fresh dew resting on a sweetpea shrub! (highly influenced by Tina Munim's looks in Baaton Baaton Mein)

The tales are highly simple and predictable. The Order of difference lies in the telling ..... where each time a catalyst directs the story to its normal course with a pinch of fun and laughter.....

Can't rest without thinking....

But then later....