Cabbage and the King
“The height of a tree that cannot grow
Stable but slow without ambition
There is no limit on the number of leaves of grass
Or spend hours idle on your ass
No pain and pain counting
Hurt, futile hope
Don’t calculate the ocean
Avoid bright calculations and relax in the shadows…. ”
from Galli Bal Bluesby Bachchoo
“The Word of Fire” has become one of the leading Indian film festivals in the UK. It’s been years since it’s been, and I’ve been invited to appear on its platform, serve as judges for evaluation and prizes, and provide prizes to young Asian filmmakers and have organizers connect with the film industry of Taruns, Devs and Haris (should of course be with Taruns, Devs and Haris) (of course should include Tannanshishthas, devikas, devikas and hasinas and hasinas and hasinas and hasinas and hasinas and hasinas and hasinas and hasinas and hasinas and hasinas?).
As a judge, I’m not very good. My judges always award prizes to young filmmakers who advocate anti-racism, feminism, and other shabby and clichéd themes. My old-fashioned (now they say “dinosaurs”, don’t they?) mindset is looking for narrative and dramatic conflicts and is constantly being rejected, I suspect that while my shared judgment is excellent, secretly ridiculed. Did this make me lose my tongue? Is it the new pope transgender?
no. I continue to support the festival as much as I can and be friends with Pushpinder Chowdhry, who is the festival boss and should also be in the House of Lords as her baloise serving the multicultural UK, but enough!
This year, I was awarded the severe role of awards at the Conclusion Awards Ceremony. OK, it’s not like the owner or mistress of the ceremony at the Oscars, but the event will be filled in the auditorium of Riverside Studio in Hammersmith, and I look forward to congratulating the winner without any offensive statements or jokes.
Another thing I did for the festival was to represent my friend Bobby Bedi called Pushpinder Kehta Hai Joker On Raj Kapoor, it may be included in this year’s tongue. So, here-on Sunday after the upcoming column is released.
After the screening, Bobby will talk about the film, which includes interviews with family, filmmakers and stars. Since I’m not those, I’m not interviewed – sincerely, not using this paragraph to complain. I haven’t seen this movie yet and look forward to the screening, but a few years ago, as commissioned editor of Channel 4 TV in the UK, I commissioned a series called Peacock Screen – History of Indian films.
I discuss this history over and over with the project’s researchers and producers in my editorial role.
My opinion of Raj Kapoor is what I passionately force the producers and directors, and is clearly one of the great pioneers of Indian films.
A year after India’s independence, he began to mentor. Yes, the Independence Movement and Gandhi, Nehru and countless others achieved the purpose of freeing India’s population. Yes, we are free! But who are we?
In order for the entire population to define who they are, this requires an invented myth, the work of genius. Of course, by this definition, it is based on the myth of acute observation and insight, but it is obviously not a description of reality.
Raj Kapoor provides the post-independence mythology through his serial films.
The myth says that the Indian was a poor man, even a farmer, his lips (or she was not a feminist), his lips and sympathy for his fellow men, his guests who were more important than life, had the truth about his lips?
This is in the words of the song, consistent with the drama he used to achieve the movie:”Jahan Hoton Pey Sachchai Hothi Hain/ Jahan Dil Mey Saffai Rehti Hain/ Hums uss desh Key Vaasi Hain/ Jiss Desh Main Ganga Behthi Hain…! ” (So, the truth on the lips, the cleanliness of the land-dwelling centers under the Ganges.)
Gentle reader, how many marks would you give Raj a for the accuracy of the Indian announcement – never lying on your lips? ? ? Really? How do you evaluate all Indian hearts that have no all negative effects – such as jealousy, jealousy, hatred, etc.? Then declare that we live on the land flowing in the Ganges? Geographical correctness of 10/10?
His hero is AvaraRaju crew,chhalian” – A kind of car character, Shakespeare’s little pickpocket, and of course the fool and the clown. His little man is the slippery man of the city, the shadow and legacy of the British. They wear ties.
The myth endured, ruled and traveled. It goes to all countries from farmers in the form of Kapoor movies.
When people say his movie goes to Russia, they are right – but not Moscow or St. Petersburg – they worship in the Soviet Republic, sharing India’s poverty and emerging peasant economy.
Now, “Twig of Fire” properly celebrates our home run.
