Showing posts with label Delhi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Delhi. Show all posts

Sunday, November 15, 2009

All That He Wants...The Youtube sensation called Dr. K


Never did Sir Timothy John, the man who is responsible for developing World Wide Web, had thought of the amazing possibilities that the Internet could unleash on mankind. But if today Sir John had seen Dr. K’s mass popularity on World Wide Web, his eyes would have lit up, the way the other Sir John (Raza Murad)’s eyes would light up seeing the Return of Raakhi in Ram Lakhan. Thats when the immortal lines were written:
"Mere bete aayenge,
dharti ko cheer ke aayenge,
aasman ka seena phaad ke aayenge..and all that.


But what Raakhi would not have expected then is, that a few years later it was not her sons whether Ram Arjun or Karan Lakhan but it was Dr. K, who resurfaced like a mythological character on YouTube. yes…just K, the way John Abraham speaks in “No Smoking”. But what even a genius like Mr. Kashyap must not have thought of is what Dr. K did.

When he went to the Reality shows auditions and different music competitions, he came to know that what television was looking for is not talent, they just wanted glamorous singers. No one recognizes genuine flair for music. Since Television is a medium that wont allow an old medical professor of 65 to sing his heart out, he turned to Internet. And…what was Television’s loss became the benefits of millions on Internet.

Never was Sir John more proud of his invention. Through the powerfool tool of Internet and an amazing invention done by the trio of Steve Chen, Chad Hurley and Jawed Karim called Youtube, Dr. K emerged from oblivion like a Phoenix.

He took revenge on the cabal of television mafia who wont allow extraordinary talents like him to pursue his genuine passion for singing.

A little Flashback from here:

During early 90s, when Sir John was toying with the idea of Internet and Ram-Lakhan had just released, Dr. K was still teaching at the Aligarh's Jawaharlal Nehru Medical College. He was a regular college professor then - delivering lectures to uninterested students, speaking scientific terms which he too wasn't sure of what they meant and a god-fearing family man with a doting wife and a daughter.

One fine day, he must have retired from his college and shifted to West Delhi's friendly neighborhood colony. Amidst the anxiety to do something, to utilize his post-retirement life, to make a difference to the world and all that kinds of parallel world thoughts, he thought of taking up his passion for music. The passion that was not allowed all these years to surface due to fake institutions like family, job, children, career etc. Thus, one fine day, regardless of what the world thinks, he thought of pursuing his talent single-mindedly and relentlessly. Look what a passion can turn a man into. In this world of Sir John’s Internet, one doesn’t need to come to Andheri and struggle it out amidst the Bombay film industry. And add to it that he is from North, so the “sons of the soil” goonda gang will beat the shit out of him. Thus, Dr. K thought of this powerfool tool – Internet or to be precise YouTube - the limitless power of the online visual to travel across the world.


Cut to Present

So what if he is a Punjabi Chauhdhry from Delhi. Can’t he like Ace of Base, MJ, Kishore Kumar, Lataji, Avril Lavigne all at a time.

Armed with a small webcam, a Karaoke system, a large collection of mp3 songs, lyrics on the computer screen and a lot of passion in his heart, Dr. K took to the Internet like no one else has ever dared to do.

“As the wide-eyed, silver-haired singer swivels in his chair, the reflection of his computer screen all over his broad-rimmed glasses, an almost ethereal experience grips viewers, who remain glued to their seats while he belts out Avril Lavignes Sk8er Boi, his personal chartbuster” quotes Maafreed Irani from the Times News Network. Such is Dr. K’s popularity.

And for all you people for whom the numbers matter, take a look at this:
1400 videos,
1700 subscribers,
2.2 million views

“I prefer singing songs by female artists, says the Bryan Adams and Mohammed Rafi fan”, who sometimes can be seen along with one of his four grandchildren on the video. His grandchildren, the daughter, the son-in-law and his wife – they all love him. And so do we…

Chand Nawab. Take this. The Power of Dr. K's singing. India always has a better answer to Pakistan's antics. So what if this time the battlefield is YouTube.


The Ace of all his performances is the video where he sings the famous Ace of Base song: "All that (s)he wants..."

Here’s the link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVWaTKeei-c

When the video is about to start, not a single soul can guess what the next few minutes are going to be like. Observe how he is so particular about the lyrics of every song, he bends to see it clearly on the computer screen, its almost as if he comes so near to us, peeping inside us. And oh, did I forget to mention, please don’t fall of your chairs before you hear how he ends this song.

Dr. K you are genius! If the reader has time, do read the comments on video, he has an amazing following.

http://www.youtube.com/user/DrKsongs

The above link is his Channel. And the featuring song from the film Brahmachari is even more powerfool. Look at his eyes when he sings: “Khuda……..”

Even God would want to come down and bless this child of his.
Kanti Shah is passé. Dr. K is the “coolest” guy on Internet.




© Copyrights 2009 www.bhaandgroup.blogspot.com. All Rights Reserved. Hardik Mehta

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Fuser - lost and found aka our motorcycle diaries



(Warning: a very self-indulgent post)


Right in the dead of the night, a music piece begins to haunt my mind space, and slowly but steadily pierces straight down to my heart - cliché.

I get up and for the next few hours there's no sleep. another cliché.

I twist, turn and try to shut my eyes. But the strings of that music piece don't shut. Life is cliché.

The music 'moves' you, stirs the insides of you... nudges the drudged soul and makes it travel... travel back to those 'wonder' times! "De Usuahia a la Quiaca" - Gustavo Santalola. What an amazing piece of music that is! One through which myriad images are born. Several memories and still more stories. The stories happened a few years back but the hour of the night was same...the same as the time this night - right now as I write this.

The times, when we traveled like refugees across the border, like no one would spot us - but with the gay abandon of the aimless wanderers, the hippies without their hash... It was life that had happened, it was life that we were high on...
And in the book of life, these night rides would fall under the chapter "discovering ourselves"

If we sum the distance traveled every night, we could well reach somewhere near where the heart truly resides inside.
We took to roads at deep into the nights, rode along till early mornings on those empty streets of that wonderful city.
We drove ourselves into a different city, which presented itself to only those who seek... not for 'a cause', but through exploration...exploration for the sake of exploration!

"How could I have known that this city was tailor made for love?" as goes the monologue in the film Hiroshima Mon Amour.

We traveled on our motorcycle, when people with homes in the city were in deep slumber-safely guarded by their dreams, when the politics of the roads changed - when ferocious dogs ruled those vacant lanes, when the barricade police too had dozed off sitting on their wooden benches, when the tired lampposts were waiting for the dawn to break and the bonfires lit by watchmen were living their final sparks.

And this is not romanticizing. This is romance!

Our most reliable companion - our 'Mighty One' - our motorcycle was neither very brand new, nor an old haggard, neither too flamboyant nor dull... but much at peace with itself – and yes probably our only witness of those wondrous nights.
It still is the only witness. And if she (the motorcycle) had the power to write, she could have well written the closest outsider account ever.

She had shown us the city in its pristine form - and the city at its glorious best - its huge flyovers spreading across like veins and arteries that ran into the heart of city, its under-passes, like the mouth of a hungry dragon, its intimidating empty roads and the striking life that blossoms on them. 


Once, I remember... she wasn't perhaps in the best of moods - or beings - or just in the need of some plain attention! She made us walk the wide stretch at 4 30am on a December morning – We took it carefully, holding onto her...right in the middle of a cold night in search of a petrol pump!

But she was always there when we most needed her.

To open skies, cool breeze, heated discussions, empty roads, frank opinions, thunderous rains, beautiful places, dark clouds, heavy traffic and the heart.

I am missing her even as I type this.
I can get her with me again.
I think I will bring it to this Big City, but then
- I don't want her to choke herself in the black smoke of this Big City, I don’t want it to get herself lost in the many many traffic snarls here.
I don't want to be its "beginning of the end".

Is it about her - the motorcycle - or is it about the journey that nurtured the most important relationship – the journey that traveled the crucial distance… that from the heart to the soul and back!



conclusion: the love story is on, but the motorcycle is being missed.

© Copyrights 2009 www.bhaandgroup.blogspot.com. All Rights Reserved. Hardik Mehta

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Still in Motion




one of those nights or rather early mornings in delhi spent creating something. The image was born from the idea that if Zhang Yimou's characters can break all the arrows while they are in motion then how would one frame if captured look like. The one frame which will be still, yet it should tell what would it have been if it was to show what happened during motion in that one frame. complex? maybe coz my inexpressive writing. But the thought is still crystal clear. Thus the caption:

"Still in motion".

i was posing the way the characters are standing in the frame at 5 am in the morning and Akanksha kept sketching. maybe i didnt have to explain her so much, the way i had to for this post.

Cheers, dear mate...!!!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

A year after post graduation.




12 months, 13 destinations. 3 films and unlimited journeys.

Sounds like a movie title. Yes of course, last year has been like a roller coaster ride. From running errands, walking incessantly, clicking the camera, writing and learning on the screenwriter to managing 3 films – one student, one commercial and one independent.
If that journey is not enough than the physical journeys have made up for them.

May - Sometime around last May, it started with picking up my bags and going to the ISBT bus depot in Delhi. Got a bus for Haridwar and reached at the ghats at around 1 am.

Ek baat sach bolte hain, Ganga maiyya ki kasam - Agar Ganga maiyya ke darshan karne ho – toh sabse best time hai raat 2 se subah 4 ke beech. It’s amazing to sit on the steps of those ghats with your feet immersed in the cold rushing water at midnight. There is hardly a soul around. Maybe one of those junky babas who is one of the “Raat ka Musafirs”. The lights, the water, the flow, and the night – it all adds up to the charm. You feel blessed for that moment. Exchange this scene with day time and am sure half of us would want to run away seeing the public urinal that the river gets converted into.

June – I have never had a wonderful friend who also happens to be the faculty of Jamia. From staying over at his place at weekends, to watching cricket matches with him and now in june – he asked me to join for a trip to Allahbad. In the heat of June, he got behind the Santro steering and I besides him. Some journey it is to get through the heartland of UP to reach to Allahbad. Again happened to meet the river, although she was in a different state of mind here, as compared to what she was in Haridwar. Yamuna meets Ganga here. Went to the Kumbh Mela grounds. The worst part - the whole trip to and fro from Allahbaad was without my wallet. I forgot it at his place on the morning we started.

July – Mumbai-Delhi-Mumbai: Shuffled between editing, vivas and meeting the new film crew.

August – September – Jaisalmer. Couldn’t believe seeing what a movie shoot looks like. On the first day of shoot, 18th Aug – I saw some 25 to 30 vehicles, around 120 people – all of it breaking the morning silence of a sleepy Rajasthan barren land called Khaba. Entering the tent, I made a remark to one of my colleagues – “Socha na tha”. And out came Abhay from his vanity. One of my remarks caught me off guard in front of director Dev Benegal and bas phir toh kheench-taani ka silsila shuru ho gaya…” September end also saw the shoot of Road, Movie going to Jodhpur.

October – ICU of a Hospital. Criti Care. Andheri West. All 2 years of Delhi’s bahar ka khana showed its true colors. Add to it the heat of Rajasthan for 2 months. It had to be hospital.

November – Baroda-Mumbai: took some “forcible” rest at home and joined back on the film on post-production.

December – Kutch, Gujarat. The most amazing landscape that I have seen after the Srinagar-Leh route. Road, Movie continues.

January-Feb-March – Mumbai, Mumbai, Mumbai. The Edit starts and so does my running around. The post-production is where you get the maximum time with the director. Never miss that.

April – Pune, Kolkata, Gangtok, Nathu-la (almost). Was just 10kms away, when the landslide happened and the weather got worse from bad. But alas, the journey was satisfying. China kisi aur din jaake aayenge. Unko jaake kahenge, boss yeh Arunachal toh chhodo. Tibet ki toh tum vaat lagaa chukke ho…

The last year – well, its been a Road, Movie for sure

“chal toh tu pada hai, faasla bada hai…!”
Dekh andhere ke sar pe khoon chadda hai…” Rahul Ram – you are too good in this song


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