Monday, January 03, 2011

The Good, the Bad & the Ugly

In Marcia Landy’s words
Sergio Leone films, engaged moral concerns of neorealism on their dramatisation of protagonist who struggle to survive in societies that are hostile to change and to collective practices.

Thanks to my Prof. Russ Hunter for introducing me to Spaghetti Western films. As I write this essay, I rediscover that kid in me enjoying the icons I liked in my childhood. May be I was more sincere then. According to Leone, he was making action packed fantasy stories about the truth about men of today in a stylistic, yet realistic way; discovering The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, all in one, in everyone. It was true about 'The Dollar Trilogy' / 'The Man with No Name' Trilogy.

What appealed me the most is that journey on a horseback as that 'nameless nobody' to an unknown dessert landscape and keep going to the unknown... as unknown... with the back ground music of Ennio Morricone or the silence... with no company... no commitments... no past... no future... I'm sure 'the man with no name' is an insane Sagittarian.

Christopher Frayling says,

‘The Man with No Name’ was a completely marginalised figure in connection to the social groups he encountered. He was always on a journey – a journey that beings nowhere and ends nowhere.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Smiles with Skimstones

I just had the most memorable Christmas with my two families in Newcastle - with my flatmates Tanweer, Soma, Muzammil and our beloved hosts Claire & Peter. The highlight of the day was the traditional Christmas lunch by Claire an Pete and the special Yorkshire Christmas pudding on a flame of brandy. We sang a Christmas song before the pudding... :) Cheers...
The year 2010 was even memorable. Except for a few silly unnecessary hick-ups in my own life, this was probably the most exciting year with some amazing people around, an year dedicated to friendship & smiles.

Love you all...... Hugs...

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Side by side


Destiny’s child

Where parodies reside

Dreams are wild -

Will our wisdoms collide?


History’s pride

Where comedies coincide

Habits still hide –

Will our ways elide?


Warrior’s blade

Where tragedies trade

Whispers fade -

Will our wings slide?

Say inside,

Stay beside.

No divide,

Now world is wide.

A long to ride,

Along we glide,

Side by side,

Bide, my guide.