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Nobody makes a compromise while making a film. All of them make films according to their predilection and their own value to the system. As a filmmaker, you live in the same world as your audience. Time and place are two great parameters to determine a piece of art. Your work will be reflected on the scale of faith and reason of yours in the object and environment surrounding it. Cinema reflects the dreams, aspirations, and hidden desires of society. 'Parallel' was initiated because true artists could not find their voice in the mainstream. The new wave had started because the previous one was becoming typical and stagnated. It was like revolt (mutation), not reform(evolution), against the old system of values. Most of the parallel cinema in India told of inequalities in society and the endeavor to change the system. Changing times bring change in society and the content of cinema. Now aspirational side is more credited in cinematic pieces of work than emotional reverberation. ...

Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai This is a famous song from Film ' Pyaasa ' directed by Guru datt. Lyricist: Sahir Ludhiyanvi. Anurag Kashyap is making a film, Gulaal dedicated to this song. "यह दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाये तो क्या है" यह महलों,यह तख्तों,यह ताजों कि दुनिया, यह इन्सान के दुश्मन समाजों कि दुनिया, यह दौलत के भूखे रिवाजों कि दुनिया, यह दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाये तो क्या है। हर एक जिस्म घायल, हर एक रूह प्यासी, निगाहों में उलझन, दिलों में उदासी, यह दुनिया है या आलम-ए-बदहवासी, यह दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाये तो क्या है. यहाँ एइक खिलौना है इन्सान कि हस्ती, यह बस्ती है मुर्दा परस्तों कि बस्ती, यहाँ तो जीवन से है मौत सस्ती, यह दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाये तो क्या है. जवानी भटकती है बदकार बन कर, जवान जिस्म सजते हैं बाज़ार बन कर, यहाँ प्यार होता है ब्योपार बन कर, यह दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाये तो क्या है. यह दुनिया जहाँ आदमी कुछ नही है, वफ़ा कुछ नही, दोस्ती कुछ नही है, यहाँ प्यार कि कद्र ही कुछ नही है, यह दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाये तो क्या है. जला दो इसे, फूँक डालो यह दुनिया. मेरे सामने...

Americans have traditionally maintained a romantic, love-hate relationship with the notion of nonconformity. Deep down, they each cherish an iconoclastic image of themselves. American movies and literature are full of rebel heroes and heroines who reinforce that image. At the same time (as these characters attest), we sure do resent it when other people don't behave the way we think they ought to -- that is, "like everybody else". I was amazed to watch " Dead Poets Society " movie from this perspective. I want to express my feelings about the upcoming Teacher's Day on 5th September before writing anything more. It will pass from the calendar like any other day. I just want to give some words, not in praise, but only in search of a true teacher. From the moment we enter the premises of the school, we are taught to sit in a row, be quiet, do not ask questions, do not interrupt the class, and on and on. This proves wonderful training for when the young minds le...

O Captain! My Captain! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths - for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Hear Captain! dear father! The arm beneath your head! It is some dream your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship co...

O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring. Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish. Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew'd. Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring -- What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer That you are here--that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. -WALT WHITMAN-1819-1892