And the Oscar for the best film goes to ..

Turtles can Fly. Ever heard of it ? Probably not. Is it better than all the nominated films ? Definitely. Far better. So what do the Oscars mean ?

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Civil War in Iraq

The Coalition of the Willing has finally reached it’s objectives in Iraq. It’s taken me a long time to figure out the logic behind the invasion of Iraq. It’s simple really. It’s what colonists have been doing for two centuries.

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The Indian Budget : Playing for a Draw

The Finance Minister in his press conference said that in the Indian Government has to show that it’s heart is in the right place as well as it’s head. He needs to be congratulated for his heart.

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The Story Teller

In my previous life I was a story teller.
Dragging myself from village to village,
where people would throw me some coins
to weave fantasy around their mundane lives

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Terrorism & masturbation

In today’s UK ‘s paper Guardian, an essay by Ian Buruma equates masturbation, repressed sexuality and homosexuality with acts of Terrorists and Fascists.
www.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,,1717676,00.html
This is typical of a society looking for simplistic and convenient answers to rather complex human behaviour. Driving a wedge between Them and Us.

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My friend, the wanderer

I met him trekking to Amarnath up in the Himalayas many years ago. A Hindu place of worship, where legend says that the God Shiva met his consort Parvati.

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May the force be with you..

I apologise for the absence from my website, I am now in london in what is called prep for my next film, Golden Age..

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Absence makes the heart …

…grow fonder ? Even on a blog ? I have been guilty of not blogging for a while, and to my surprise as I logged on today, there were many responses to my posts to my earlier posts. I am sorry I am not able to reply individually to all. I am in London preparing to shoot Golden Age, a follow up to Elizabeth..

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Juhu, that once was..

Every Sunday of free drinks and open house at Kabir and Protima’s Bedi’s house. Little babies called Pooja and Siddharth. Running around in diapers. Mahesh Bhatt preaching Godhead and Nirvana. Parvin Babi sitting in a corner smiling benignly, smoking whatever anyone smoked those days

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Sound, so pure is ..

neither the sound of ‘om’
echoing across the universe
bounced only by the eons of time

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