A Void ...

I write only on two occasions.
1] When I'm too high.
2] When I'm too low.

The reason for today's post is the latter one. I happened to lose my chacha-dada today [my actual gransfather's younger sibling]. My paternal side is in a way a joint-family. We all have our seperate houses but they are located at a distance of less than 5 kilometers from each other. So we can get to each other just with a sound of whistle! We always celebrate festivals together. The one who died last night was one of the most jovial person I've ever experienced in my physical existence of 19 odd years. I remember no other man alive had more jokes on farting as him!


I don't know how do I tag the last 9 months that have gone by. It had it's share of highs. Me clearing my CA-IPCC is one of the best memory it has. Similarly, it had it's own share of lows too. My mom isn't keeping too well with her back-pain these days. But the major one includes lose of three of my elders. My grandfather had two brothers. Now he is all alone. The wife of his eldest sibling too passed away this Jan.

I can see any damn thing on this mother earth, but not tears in my grandfather's eyes at the age of 76. I controlled my emotions to the max I could. But I finally broke down into tears when I saw him crying. He is the one who always scolded my parents when they slapped me when I was a kid as I used to cry a lot. Today, he cried like a baby. How aptly they say that people above 60 and below 6 are quite same. It was so difficult to console him. And it was valid too. One can't control emotions at the death of one's dear/near one. He is 76 but is going strong even now. And I pray that he continues this way, FOREVER. I know I'm wishing for a kind of 'anhoni' but we humans develop such strong bonds that our spines get chilled at the very thought of losing him/her.

It was my second time at somebody's funeral. The first time was on 19th April. It was my taayaa-dada's funeral then. Don't know why but people gets involved in their very own conversation, as if they have gathered for some ordinary social-meet and not someone's funeral. This is my particular experience. Family members cry in hue but such people laugh from quite a visible distance. They're sick, I feel. There are some people who seems to have taken a specialised degree as to how the things should go at such instances. They know all the things right from getting the prior approval from the grave-yard, getting the requirements for arthi upto the finals. The sight of dead-body gets me crazy. It feels like he will get up now and will ask everyone that why were they crying. But again, impossible wish [thinking would sound more appropriate here]. All those final rites and then the walk upto 'shamshaan', putting the woods over the dead body, putting lots of panch-tatva and finally the holy pyre in the end. It was so quick! And within few minutes he turned into a debri of ashes. Everyone returned home. The guests went to theirs. We came to ours. Mom took us in by sprinkling the Ganga-Jal on us with a gold ornament in her fist.

Aah! finally we had bath. We were hungry like some famine-affected. I know the readers will tag me as a 'chutiya' reading to this piece but the fact is no matter how shattered you are after such incident, at one point everything seems to be a big 'zero'. You feel like there is nothing left. The 'shamshaam' is such a calm place I tell you. It's gets so irritating when phones ring [one of the not so gentleman typed there used some china cell and had 'munni badnaam hui' as his caller-tune]. Felt like kicking the ass of such guy.

I'm feeling like three pillars of my building are shaken. Don't know how would this void get refilled. Probably it will never. Here is a summed up version of the entire experience. Read it if you want-

बज़्म-ए-मातम की गहमा-गहमी थी
एक जोश-ओ खरोश था हरसू
" 'उस' को भी तो कोई खबर कर दो "
" 'उस फलां' को खबर करी की नहीं "
शहर के फ़ोन जुड़ते जाते थे
एक कोलाज बन रहा था कहीं

एक साहब ने रोते-रोते कहा

" चेहरा देखो तो सो रहे हैं अभी
'भाई' कह दो जाग जायेंगे "

कुछ जियादा ही मोतबिर से लोग
जिम्मेवारी से बात करते हैं :
" लाश कितने बजे उठाएंगे ? "
" थोड़ी बासी दही मांगा लेना "
" आखिरी दीद कर लें अब, कह दो "
" देख लो अंतिम दर्शन को-
कुछ और आने वाले हैं शायद "
कोई गाडी रुकी है फिर आके
सारे चेहरे पलट गए हैं उधर
दूर से ऊँचे हो गेहैं विलाप
एक-दो लोग थामने के लिए
बढ़ गए हैं सभी से कुछ आगे
और इस मौके के रटे जुमले
" सबको एक दिन तो जाना ही है "
" आई को कौन टाल सकता है "
" सब्र-सब्र धीर धरो "

रोने वाले एक ने रोक कर रोना
सुबकियाँ लेते-लेते फिर पूछा :
" कब हुआ ? -कैसे ? -किस तरह ये हुआ ... ?
कल तो ठीक थे लगते थे ...
पिछले मंगल तो मिले थे मुझसे
हंसकर कहने लगे ...
' अब के भी न घर आये तो ...
मुंह नहीं देखूंगा फिर कभी '
फूटकर फिर से रो पडा कोई
" सब्र-सब्र धीर धरो "
रोयें भी तो कहाँ तलक रोयें
भूख से पेट गुदगुदाने लगे
बासी होने लगा है अब माहौल
अब उठाओ भी, ले चलो इनको

गहमा-गहमी थी खूब मरघट में
कौन है, किसकी लाश आई है
कुछ अहम लोग भी दिखाई पड़ते हैं
" रास्ते में खबर मिली मुझको
मैं तो सीधा यहीं चला आया "
" आपका केस था न कचेहरी में ? "
" अब क्या करें 'इस' वजह से फिर से तारीख पड़ जाएगी "
" मैं तो बस दांग रह गया sunke
सेहत अच्छी थी आज भी टच-वूड "
घी से नहलाओ लाश को
पञ्च-तत्त्व खिलाओ लाश को
गुलाल छिडको
फूल माला पहनाओ
कपूर और सूखे नारीयल का एक महीन सा बिस्तर बनाओ नीचे
" और लकड़ी उठाके लाश पर रख दी "

लौट आये जलाने वाले सभी
फिर नहाए उठाने वाले सभी
" लेना-देना चूका गया " बोले
हाथ मलके ज़मानेवाले सभी
राख जब ठंडी होगी कल परसों तलक
"फूल चुगने" जायेंगे दोनों बेटे उनके
मिटटी के कलश में भरके ढेर-का-ढेर
लगायेंगे उसपर ऊपर लाल कपड़ा
नासिक में बहाने के लिए
कुछ रुपये और दे के पंडों को वहाँ पर
एक लम्बी सी लेंगे सभी
" मिट्टी में मिल गयी मिट्टी "

आज जब कैलेंडर में सुबह हुई
" 'वे' कहीं नहीं थे
'वे' जो कल तलक 'हैं' थे
आज 'थे' हो चुके थे "

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The Letter - 2 ...

Dear Papa,

Hope this letter finds you in good health and spirit.

This is my second letter to you, I am sure you would wonder what made me write to you again after so many years. Well, I would be lying if I say I have an answer. In my last letter I asked you to be a part of my birthday, but guess God doesn’t allow too many outings. No worries, good that you listened to him, after all he is the one who takes care of you. My birthday was good by the way. I have made some good friends here. I hope the ones who surround you there love you and keep you happy.

Papa, I know God wouldn’t agree to it, but I wish you could see me once. I am a grown up girl now. I have started earning on my own, taking my decisions by myself. I have learnt a lot of things since you left. I wish you could be here once and see how I look now, how I talk, how I behave and how happy I am. I also want to buy for you the blue striped kurta that I saw in Pantaloons, from my own money. I think you know how much I wanted to buy it for you. I told you silently. I still believe that you hear me when I talk to you in silence. But nevermind, I have grown up enough to understand that everything doesn’t work the way I like.

I am not going to invite you for my next birthday. I know you will not come and I don’t want to give you the feeling of disappointing me. My birthdays go pretty well now and I miss you less. I wonder if this would make you happy or sad. But I want you to be comforted in knowing that I am doing well and making the best out of my life. And of course, I miss you, sometimes.

Please take care of you, I am not sure if I’ll write again.

Your loving daughter.

The Letter ...

Found it on some blog through Random Browsing ... I got teary eyes reading this letter... Will also publish the 2nd part ...

Dear Papa,
Hope this letter finds you in good health and spirit.
I have been thinking of writing to you ever since you left us, but my best friend says that there is no mail service to the place you’re in. If this is the case, my letter is going to be the very first one in heaven. Exciting...isn’t it? She also says that people who go to heaven never come back, but don’t you worry, I’ve told her that you are different.
Papa, it’s been two years since I’ve been celebrating my birthday without you. I feel your presence around me when I cut the cake though, but this is not enough. This time I want you next to me in person. I want my friends to see that my papa is better looking and more caring than theirs. I know it’ll be hard to convince God. If it is much of a problem, make him talk to me, I’ll get his permission. I’ve heard he doesn’t say ‘no’ to children…just like you have never said ‘no’ to me.
One last thing, if possible bring grandma and grandpa along. We’ll send them back after the party if they want. But you are going to stay with me for all my coming birthdays. You can’t refuse me on anything…I so much know it.
I miss you papa…don’t disappoint me…please.
Waiting,
You loving daughter.

Review of Mausam...

I’m in a kind of soup as to how should rate this movie. Should I give away my self-generated tag of being a critic and say that this is a good movie for the sake of being an ardent Pankaj Kapur fan or should I say that this a bad piece of cinema for I didn’t liked some portions. I guess I should take tha mid-way. And hence I would say that this is a moderate success for Pankaj Kapur. Well, no one would ever dare to rate Pankaj Kapur’s acting talent because actors like him are one in trillions. As a script-writer and screenplay writer, he has succeeded too but when it came to handling few vital portions of the film, he has failed miserably. Otherwise “Mausam” is a master-piece. Where he has left the work half-done, that’s the only place where it takes a dip. In this age of film-making where one fears of the length of the movie if it touches 120 minutes, Pankaj Kapur and Team has dared to make a movie of closed to three hours. It may work as the negative for this film.

The tag line of the film is ‘a love story beyond romance’. And it’s true. It’s a love story wrapped up in multiple emotions. Major one is tragedy, if it’s the term which is well-suited. Film takes on various tragedies that have taken place in our country since the last 25 years. It starts with the after-math of Operation Blue Star and creation of Ayodhya. From this we get the resultant ill-famous collapse of Babri Masjid and then serial blasts of 1993 in Bombay [now Mumbai]. Following-up is the Kargil-war of 1999. Then there is an affect of 9/11 attack in this story. Then there is this MNIK kind of interrogation of a Muslim. Finally the climax clashes with 2003 Gujarat riots. One may feel that woving a story around so many incidents is a big deal. Of course it’s a big deal. And the story is well inter-woven too. But the thing, is after a point, the intake of other tragedy gets into the skin of the audience.

Binod Pradhan must be lauded equally alongwith Pankaj Kapur for capturing the feelings of former. The feel of Mallukot [rather a village] is very much evident. I’m from Rajasthan. And believe me, there is not of a difference between a village of Rajasthan and that of Punjab. It was the best feel-good factor of the film that the soul of an Indian Village was very well captured. Shahid Kapoor gave a performance of his lifetime, probably. Sonam A Kapoor [ya! She is still under the chhatra-chhaayaa of Papa Anil !!] looked b’ful but lacked that acting skill to match-up Shahid. Shahid performed cutely when he was a village-boy, Harry. Shahid performed maturely when he became Sqn. Ldr. Harinder Singh. Shahid performed a true lover when he gave a love scene with Sonam. All in all, it’s Shahid Kapoor’s brilliant acting and Pankaj Kapur’s honest attempt to try something new is what makes Mausam stand apart from the category of Chal-Taau romantic movies.

Pankaj sir has put up lots of hard-work into this project and it is very much visible in every frame. Alongwith story, direction and screenplay, Pankaj sir has also written the dialogues of this film. And let me take this opportunity to say that he has penned down some awesome dialogues for his darling project Mausam. Also, I was really amazed by his music sense. One would find a song for each situation by listening to this album. The only thing that irks me lack of inclusion of the Track ‘Zara Si Mehandi Laga Do’ in the album. It is sung by Sonu Nigam and Shreya Ghoshal [Do google for the accuracy of female singer as I’ve some doubt]. The scenes of Pammo’s [Shahid’s sister in the film] Mehandi Rasm and when Harry [Shahid] and Aayat [Sonam] meets in Scotland having heart to heart chat are probably one of the best romantic confrontation scene in the history of Indian Cinema. I personally haven’t seen such a b’ful portrayal of love on screen before. Also, I spoke of Shahid’s acting. Let me tell you that it’s not just about facing the camera with proper expression and confidence. One more thing that goes into making of an awesome actor is getting the diction and accent of character as per the requirements. And Shahid excelled at this. Probably he might have taken lessons from his dad when it came to having proper Punjabi Boy image in the first mausam [summer] of the film. And suddenly howed maturity in the next frame of second mausam. He portrayed the reqd. attitude of an SQN. LDR. Couple of scenes may remind of his earlier cult Kaminey [2009].

The film gets going in the slow fashion from the second mausam [monsoon]. Don’t know why but every scene shot at Scotland is b’ful but still lacks that grip. But each and every angle of the story is well inter-woven. Use of Aditi Sharma for putting that ting of tri-angular love story could have been extended but seeming the already over-stretched length, the team would have dropped this idea. It’s more of every other love story blossoming during the tenure of Hindu-Muslim riot but it has got some significant treatment. The music [both songs and background score] is one of the main pillar of this movie. At one point one feels that he is watching a music-album in which a sort of story is involved to join two tracks with one another. This is, in no way, a slap on face of anyone. Rather, it’s an acknowledgement of handsome work put-up by the Music Composer Pritam. He did the same task successfully for Life...In A Metro [2007] as well. The use of ‘abhi na jao chhhod kar’ at two instances are really heart-melting. The use of ‘search’ instruments when the chasing scene appears speaks volume with regards to the music sensibilities of Pankaj ji. This shows how young he is young at heart. He made well utilisation of his wife Supriya Pathak Kapur. We all know her as Hansa of popular TV comedy show Khichdi. Here, she puts a serious act. I got to visualise Pankaj Kapur in Shahid in various scenes. Don’t know how to tag it? Whether it was a win of Shahid as actor or of Pankaj ji as director? Guess, both!
Why to watch it- Overall, it’s a colossal failure. If you’ve lots of time and you can tolerate a slow movie go for it. It has quite a good number of instances that is awesome, but weak application of major portions during the climax is what blows away the the handsome effort of scripting too. Out and out, go at your risk. Go for watching some really exotic locations.
CBFC rating- U [without any cuts]
My rating- 2.5*/5*

P.S. I’m leaving you with few of my most favourite dialogues from the movie.
1. "Is zameen aur is aasmaan se pare… jahaan na waqt, na tumhare mere siwa koi aur, bas ek jazba ho…ki tum mujhmein ho aur main tum mein.."
2. Sonam- Tumhare haath ko kya hua hai Harry? [pointing towards his paralyzed hand]
Shahid- Kuch nahin, tumhara takiya banne laayak toh ab bhi hai hi...
3. Sonam- ye kaun hain Harry? [pointing towards the rioters]
Shahid- Koi nahin, bas kuch bhayaanak saaye hain jinke na naam hain aur na hi koi chehre.
4. Mujhe zindagi ka suroor hai. Ye baahri nasha jab utarta hai toh bahut dukhta hai [was something of this sort where ‘baahri nasha’ was referred to Drugs, Alcohol and Tobacco].

5. Kisi apne ko vardi mein dekh ke himmat badh jaati hai.

फिल्म रिव्यू - 'बोल'

'बोल' के लिए सिर्फ इतना ही कहूँगा के बहुत कम ऐसी फिल्में होती हैं जो व्यक्ति को अन्दर तक झख्झोर के रख देती हैं. तारीफ़ करनी होगी शोएब मंसूर की जिन्होंने 'खुदा के लिए' के बाद फिर से एक बहुत ही ज़हीन फिल्म का निर्देशन किया है. शोएब मंसूर की एक खासियत यह है वे बुनियादी तौर पर चीज़ों को देखते हैं. इसकी एक साफ़ छाप 'खुदा के लिए' में भी नज़र आई थी और 'बोल' में भी नज़र आती है. वे उन प्रोग्रेसिव फिल्मकारों में से हैं जो चीज़ों को सटीक ढंग से परख कर उसपर फिल्म की कहानी गढ़ते हैं.

'बोल' की भी यही खासियत है. इसकी नक्काशे सी गढ़ी हुई कहानी. बहुत कम ऐसे लोग देखने में आते हैं जो किन्नरों जैसे विषय को छूने की हिम्मत रखते हैं. शोएब मंसूर ने अपनी दोनों ही फिल्मों में एशिया की दकियानुसियत पर एक करार व्यंग्य किया है. एक धुंधली तस्वीर दिखाई है दुनिया को. यहाँ मैं ज़िक्र करना चाहता हूँ की शोएब मूलतः पाकिस्तानी हैं और ऊपर मैंने लिखा है 'एशिया'. एशिया लिखने से मेरा मतलब था के आज भी हिंदुस्तान, नेपाल, भूटान जैसे देशों में बेटों की चाह पुर्जोरता पर है. आज भी यहाँ का एक तबका है जो सोचता है के ज्यादा बच्चे पैदा करने से भविष्य सुधरेगा. वे यह नहीं सोचते की भविष्य जब सुधरेगा तब सुधरेगा, पर वर्त्तमान में तोह उन्हें पालना पड़ेगा. ज्यादा हाथ की चाह रखने वालों को यह समझ नहीं आता के जब तक वे हाथ कमाने लायक नहीं हो जाते तब तक तोह उनके मुंह भी हैं, उसे भी भरना होगा. और किस तरह लड़कियों को आज भी 'शिक्षित' समाज होने की बावजूद एक देनदारी समझा जाता है. ये लोग यह नहीं सोचते कि सायंस ने यह साबित कर दिया है के इंसान के शुन्क्राणुओं से इस बात का ताल्लुक है के वो लड़का पैदा करेगा या लड़की और न ही ये अल्लाह या इश्वर निर्धारित करता है. यह भी बहुत ही मार्मिक ढंग से दिखाया गया है के किस तरह आज भी ओछी सोच हमारे दिल-ओ-दिमाग पर हावी है. हम कहने को तो मौल में घुमते हैं, मल्टीप्लेक्स में पिक्चरें देखते हैं...पर सोच से हम कितने गरीब हैं.


कहानी फिल्म कि बड़ी है. पर कहीं भी ऐसा लगता के फिल्म उबाऊ हो रही हो. हर दृश्य अपने आप में कहानी को बाँध कर रखता है. और शोएब मंसूर ने जितने भी कलाकार ढूंढें हैं, सभी अपना अपना काम पूरी तन्मयता से करते हैं. मुझे चंकाने वाली चीज़ लगी जब इंटरवल हुआ. मुझे लगा के फिल्म ख़त्म हो गयी है. पर स्क्रीन पर इंटरवल हुआ तो मैं चौंक पड़ा. क्यूँ कि जितनी भी फिल्म हुई थी मुझे लगा के स्टोरी में आगे डेवलप्मेंट कि शायद गुंजाइश न हो. और घडी कि तरफ मैंने देखा तो एहसास हुआ के अभी तोह सिर्फ ७५ मिनट बीते हैं. तारीफ़ करनी होगी लगभग आधी से ज्यादा फिल्म शोएब ने इंटरवल के पहले पहल ७५ मिनट में खिंच दी है जिसमें "किन्नर भाई" का किस्सा शामिल है. फिर जब इंटरवल के बाद दोबारा शुरू हुई तो बस अंत तक बाहरी दुनिया से संपर्क कटवा दिया. इतनी सादगी से इतने बोझल कर देने वाले विषय को उठाना और उसे अंत तक खींचना और साथ ही साथ यह भी ध्यान देना के फिल्म कहीं स्टीरियोटाइप्स में उलझ के ना रह जाए, अपने आप में एक जीत है निर्देशक कि. इस तरह कि फिल्मों का एक अलग ही दर्शक वर्ग होता है और मैं चाहता हूँ के वे दर्शक यह फिल्म ज़रूर देखें क्यूँ कि यह फिल्म दिल से बनायी गयी है. और इसकी कोई कहानी नहीं है, बल्कि एक सच्चाई का तमाचा है सभी के मुंह पर के इस पढ़े लिखे समाज में भी कुछ ऐसे तत्व आज भी मौजूद हैं.

फिल्म कि कहानी शुरुवात के दृश्य से ही बयान हो जाती है. लहौर कि रहने वाली एक लड़की [जुनैब] पर उसके अपने पिता को मार डालने का आरोप है. उस लड़की ने आज तक किसी भी अदालत में अपना कोई बयान नहीं दिया. अंत में उसका मामला पाकिस्तान के वजीर-ए-आज़म के पास पहुँचता है. यह समझ कर के शायद उसने आजतक कुछ नहीं कहा अपने बचाव में इसलिए वो वाकई में आरोपी है, आज़म उसके मौत के तलाफ्नामे पर दस्तखत कर देते हैं. पर उसने आखिर में एक अपील कि है के फांसी कि तख्ते पर कड़ी हो कर वो मीडिया को अपनी कहानी सुनाना चाहती है. इस पर वे अपनी रजामंदी दे देते हैं. मीडिया का जमावड़ा लहौर जेल को घेर लेता है और जेलर ४ बजे तक का समय निर्धारित करता है. उस वक़्त के अन्दर तक जुनैब को अपनी कहानी कहनी है. और यहीं से जुनैब अपनी कहानी कहना शुरू करती है. यहीं से अंकुर फूट-ते हैं 'बोल' के. इसके आगे क्या होता है यह जान-ने के लिए आपको सिनेमा हॉल तक जाने का कष्ट करना hoga !!

फिल्म कि भाषा और शैली काफी हद तक 'खुदा के लिए' से मिलती जुलती है. पर कुछ हिस्सों में फिल्म में उतना असर नहीं दीखता है जितना के 'खुदा के लिए' में था. कहानी बहुत मज़बूत है पर कहावट में कहीं कहीं और काम कि ज़रुरत थी. कुछ दृश्य ऐसे भी हैं शायद जिनकी ज़रुरत नहीं थी. पर जब आप एक फिल्म को सम्पूर्णता में देखते हैं तोह ऐसी छोटी मोटी चीज़ें दरकिनार कर दी जा सकती है. "हुमैमा मलिक", मंज़र सहबाई, अम्र कशिमिरी, इमान अली और आतिफ असलम कि तारीफ़ करनी होगी जिनके दमदार अभिनय ने इस फिल्म को नयी उंचाई दी है. आप खुद ही सोचिये कि पांच-पांच अंतर-राष्ट्रीय पुरस्कार पाने वाली फिल्म में कुछ तोह ऐसा होगा ही जो देखने वाले के माथे पर सलवट का गहना पहना दे. उसे सोचने पर मजबूर कर दे कि ज़िन्दगी कब तक एक ही ढर्रे पर ढोयेंगे. अब वक़्त बदलाव का है. समझ नहीं आता के इस तरह कि फिल्में और क्यूँ नहीं बनती. अगर आप दबंग, सिंघम, रेडी माय नामे इज खान और बॉडीगार्ड जैसी मसाला फिल्मों पर रुपये खर्च करते हैं तो कृपया ऐसी फिल्मों पर भी ध्यान दीजिये. बहुत ही सुन्दर फिल्म बनायी है शोएब मंसूर ने. अंत ज़रा सा नाटकीय लग सकता है पर फिर भी एक बार फिर तहे दिल से उनकी तारीफ़ कीजिये. आप निराश नहीं होंगे.

रेटिंग - ३*/५*

A Legend Called Kamaal Rashid Khan...

Those who are on twitter knows how much I hate KRK and how much I abuse him on a daily basis. But, last night I thought of jotting down few things for him thinking that I'm his Friend + Critic + PR manager. So here I go people. Interested ones, read on. Fucktards should leave immediately!


Kamaal R Khan is one of the most popular person on twitter. He loves to entertain his followers. To do so he hasn’t hired any PR machinery. But he solely relies on his dry humour and rustic English to invoke laughter. He comes across as a simple human being minus any starry airs. He doesn’t give a damn about what others think about him. He is politically incorrect and doesn’t mind calling a spade a spade. One such example is his famous jibes at Poonam Pandey’s figures. The much-talked and re-tweeted tweets are his good morning and good night kisses to Asin or any “Man of That Particular Day”.
The most impressive thing about him is his knowledge about the latest affairs of the country. His takes on them are hugely entertaining. For example, When the Indian Cricket Team was losing the matches against England on their home turf recently, he tweeted to suggest to inspire our team to win, maybe Katrina Kaif should declare to promise to kiss our players and that would give them much needed boost to win the remaining games. His way of thinking is totally different. Many of his followers get irritated and start abusing him because they find his tweets bordering on schizophrenia. He doesn’t care about those who oppose his way of tweeting or show the slightest disagreement with his way of thinking. Without wasting a minute he blocks such followers. After doing so he proudly declares on twitter that he “crapeblocked” so and so follower.
This is surprising given the fact that his colleagues hanker after the followers and every now and then declare proudly the latest numbers of their followers. On the other hand here’s Kamaal R Khan who declares proudly the latest numbers of followers he has “crapeblocked”. He loves to coin his own words, thus refusing to allow his limited vocabulary to come in the way of what he wants to communicate. This clearly shows he is a go-getter and doesn’t allow anything to bog him down. Sample this : he calls those who abuse him and his tweets #2RSPeople. When asked what he means by #2RSPeople, he explained in his signature style the meaning of #2RSPeople as “Do Kauri Ke Log”. This newly-minted phrase was recently used in one of Chamtakari Baba’s tweets showing even a satirist like Chamtakari Baba too is in awe of Kamaal R Khan.
He wants to create controversies. He doesn’t care whether you like him or not, whether you want to support him or not. His juggernaut continues to roll. He is someone who won’t change just because he wants people to like him. His refusal to change is what makes him a winner. Moreover, he is a lion-hearted man who doesn’t bet an eyelid before tweeting about the touchy issues like the recent Sadbhavana Mission undertaken by the Gujarat CM Mr Modi. He is not scared of getting misunderstood or getting quoted out of context. He is above all these so-called (petty) sophisticated spins. There are people who eagerly wait for his tweets because he sets the twitter timeline ablaze with laughter. He is a man who knows how to flirt with danger and play with fire. He also knows how to dodge those flames that arise once the fire is lit. Those so-called mass leaders or politically correct celebrities can take a leaf or two out of his book. But it’s ever unlikely to happen as they have a lot at stake and plenty to lose if something gets “quoted out of context” whereas Kamaal R Khan has nothing to lose as he has very little at stake.
The heart goes out to this charismatic and dashing Kamaal R Khan for proving who the real boss is when it comes to pure entertainment on twitter. He has his trademark word 'shall' and "tho" [toh]. He may block you. But if you promise to behave yourself, he may unblock you. His mercurial temper lasts for a few seconds. Once it cools down, he can be the first to kiss and make up. His most endearing human side came to fore recently when the people were cracking jokes about Azhar and his son’s death following the bike accident, he blocked them saying he didn’t appreciate those indulging in such insensitivities. No wonder the legend of Kamaal R Khan keeps growing and equally surprising is twitter’s refusal to verify his account. That’s Kamaal R Khan for you….!