Friday, March 27, 2015

Shahshi Kapoor



The second most romantic man of Indian cinema, Shashi Kapoor gets the most prestigious "Dada Saheb Phalke" award. I grew up watching his films and later became his fan when I discovered more about him.
He, along with his wife Jennifer built the "Prithvi Theatre" in Mumbai. It is said that he spent most of his life's savings on building it. Today, Prithvi is an Iconic institution where one can see quality performances for a reasonable price.
When we grow old, all we look for is a ONE WAY ticket to heaven and well being of our children. To achieve that we spent money on religious causes and its paraphernalia. 
This man, too had the option to do the same...but he chose to spend his money on building a World Class Theater, where drama groups can be charged peanuts for performing and audiences very little to watch those performances. 
Every seat at Prithvi comes for the same price. There is no priority or preferential seating - its first come fist to grab a seat arrangement. All are equal. So, you could find the biggest names of Bollywood seating behind you and behaving like a normal humans. That's the way it was supposed to be...
Every time I see a play at Prithvi, I smile thinking of this fine actor and a super human being!
Now, since we are at it, think of the greatest and biggest "Heroes" of Indian film industry. Can you name anything that they have done to add color to your life? You MADE them "Super Star", "Tragedy King", and the "Angry Young Man" etc, but all they have done or are doing is to make money, secure a place in heaven by religious means and settle their children....
Those are not the Heroes.....this man Shahshi Kapoor is....
Also, He did not find anyone worth marrying, or having an affair after the death of his girl friend Jennifer Kendall speaks who he really is....but that story is for some other day!
PS: So skip a religious function and take your kids to Prithvi to see a play. Inspire your children by sharing the above facts, coz India needs more contributors to its future than mere heaven seekers!!

Monday, March 09, 2015

Woh Darakht

"Darakht!"
Woh Darakht,
Jo Hamare Ghar Ke Saamne
Ba Masl e Pehre Daar Khada Rehta Tha

Woh Darkaht Jo Tumhen Khsuh Dekh Jhoom Jhoom Uthta Tha
Wohi Darakat Jo Tumhari Zara Si Baat Pe Bhi Hansata Tha

Wohi Darkat Jise Tum Ghanton Nihara Karti Thin
Salaa Kehtaa Nahi Tha, Piyar Woh Bhi Karta Tha

Woh Darkaht Jo Shahid Hamare Din, Hamari Raat Ka Tha
Wohi Darkaht Jo Haasil Hamare Khwaab, Hamari Zaat Ka Tha

Woh Darkaht Jo Badalte Masaum Ki Mushkilen Bhi Sehta Tha
JabTak Sath Tha Tumharaa, Woh Kab Kisi Se Dartaa Tha ???

Woh Darkaht Aaj Kaisa Hai, Kis Haal Main Hai? Kiyoon Hai?
Kisi Din Ye Bhi Socho to
Koi Din Waqt Mile To Use Dekhne Chali Janaa

Kyoon Ke Woh Khud Tum Tak Aa To Nahi Aa Payega
Jadon Ne Baandh Hai Rakha, Himmat Na Juta Payega
Jaden Khokli Bhi Hon To
Zinda Wohi To Rakhti Hain!!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, March 9th, 2015



Thursday, March 05, 2015

Rang...


"Rang"
Kehte Hain...
Waqt Ke Sath Sab Badal Jata Hai
Rishte, Naate, Chere, Naam

Suraj ke Gird Ghumne Wali Dharti Bhi
Koi Naya mahwar Talash Kar Leti Hai
Jaise Kuch Hu Hi Na Ho..

Yehi Zaroori Hai Shaid
Zindagi Ki Irtiqa Ke Liye
Badalna Laazim Hai
Naye Rishton Se Wafa Ke Liye

To Phir....
Halke Dhaani, Aasmani Rang
Jo Waqte-Rukhsat main
Tumhare Dupatte Pe Chodd Aaya Tha
Woh Kiyoon Nahi Badle?
Ye Batla Do!!

Bas ye batla do...
(C) Sunday, October 02, 2011

Tuesday, March 03, 2015


The Last ride! - March 13, 2003
The historian in me never fails to record moments irrespective of the fact whether they are good, bad, ugly or "self inflicted".
"Be Dasto Paa Hoon Aaj to Ilzaam Kis Ko Doon?
Kal Main Ne Hi Buna Tha, Ye Mera Hi Jaal Hai!" - Javed

Just realized that the month of March has begun....oh that explains...

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Tasveeren



"Tum Ne Us Ghar Ke Deewaron Pe
Tasveeren Meri Laga Rakhi thin
Jab aap Nahi Hote ....
Tab Yehi Mujh Se Baat Karti Hain
Tum Kahaa Karti Thin

Woh Tasveeren Ab Tumhare Saath Nahi
Ab Tum Kis Se Baat Karti Ho?
Bas Ye Batlaa Do!"

Thursday, February 05, 2015

The Retard...


"Please buy whatever u want to buy, as I may not open my shop tomorrow. My son is dead" said the shopkeeper in the Khajurahu main market area.
I was surprised to see his deadpan expression when he said the word " Dead". I asked him what had happened?
"He was first violated and then drowned in a well. He was just 7", was the reply with the same dead pan expressions. I found the whole conversation to be weird, so I bought whatever I wanted to buy and left his shop.
However, I did inquire about this incident at another shop in the market. I was told "yes that it is a true story but that guy is a retard".
I went back to his shop again, this time I knew what to do. I tried to talk him about the tragedy so that he could come out of the shock that apparently he was in. I inquired about his wife and how she was taking it. I tried to convince him that both of them should not feel guilty about this....and a few more words of wisdom on how to move on.
Deadpan expressions remained the same....no matter what I said.
Finaly, I asked him a stupid question.
"Why did you have just one? Why not more kids?"
"I wanted to provide proper education to him and raise him to be a big man...that's why I decided to have just one"
As I left his shop for the last time.....I knew who all were the retards.....
It wasn't him, that's for sure!!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, Feb 6th at 10 am

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Kaanch Ke Tukde - Teaser 2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpFl_7Zrd7g&feature=youtu.be

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Barfeele Din....


Aur Jab Main Is Ajnabi Shahr Main
Khud Ko Behlaa Behla aKar 
Thak Jataa Hon
Toot Jaataa Hoon
To Phir 
Usi Shahr - e Maazi Ki Jaanib Laut Jataa Hoon
Jahan Aaj Bhi Tum
Baraf Se Dhake Hue Din Main
Mera T-Shirt Pehan Kar
Geele Kapde Sukahe Ke Liye
Gallery Main Aa Jaati Ho
Aur Phir Apni Masoomiyat Par
Khoob Hansti Ho
Mujh Pe Marti Ho!!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, January 17th, 2015 @ 12:30pm

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Mall of Georgia


Yaaron ne jise bhi mahobbat ki nigha se dekha woh Haseen Ho gya aur Adayen Seekh gyaa....LOL
I think women in a long skirt look awesome.... "Dukhiya" did most of the things right.....:)))

 — at Mall of Georgia.

Thursday, January 01, 2015

Naya Saal 2015


Saal Naya Hoga, Gham To Wohi Poorane Honge
Tum Se Milne Ke Liye Aur Kitne Zamane Honge?

Dooriyan Badh Jayengi Dekho Hamare Darmiyan
Tum Wahin Hogi, Hum Hi Kahan Na-Jaane Honge?

Kitni Umeed Le Kar Aaya Tha, Kal Raat Rukhsat Hua
Phir Is Dil-e-Mazaar Pe Naye Chiraag Jalaane Honge!

Tum Wahin Hogi, Hum Hi Kahan, Na-Jaane Honge!!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, January 1st, 2015 @ 11:55 am

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Kaanch Ke Tukde - First teaser is out...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wR-ASlI648

ye sagar sheeshe, laal-o-guhar
saalim hon to qeemat paate hain
yun tukrde tukrde hon to faqat
chubhte hain, lahoo rulwaate hain - Faiz

Monday, October 27, 2014

Sharab Peena Haram Hai....Lekin...

Sharab Peena Haram Hai......Lekin main ne to.....

Back in the days, on my way back from ATL, I decided to take a Parisian detour and stopped in the city of art and love for a few days.

Paris! Ah Paris......Its a gold mine for an artiste of all hue n colors. Paris is young, Paris is feminine and Paris is beautifully healthy. A few minutes of stroll by the river .....is enough for you to fall in love with it.. There is no other option!

I landed in Mumbai and was trying to catch some sleep when I heard someone calling me out. It was Mirza on his bike. So I went down and he drove me to our usual adda at Nariman Point footpath. I was still sleepy and after a usual talk I wanted to sleep. I made myself comfortable on the bench and slept. Mirza, realizing my jet-leg situation allowed me to rest in peace.

After an hour or so when I woke up, I found Mirza reading a newspaper. He looked up and said

 " Yaar Ek Hafte Pehle  Tum US main the, Kal Shaam Tak Paris Main, Aur ab  Footpath Pe So Rahe Ho!"

"Kiya Farak Padta Hai? Arsh Ho Ya Farsh Neend Aani Chaiyye. Baki Sab Semantics Hai!"

I had something else on my mind to discuss with Mirza, so I told him I want to confess something. He put down the paper and look at quizzically.

" Yaar Mirza, Main Ne Galti Se Paris Main Sharab Khayi Hai!"

Mirza bent down to "smell" me for sharab.

"To Beta Ab Tum Ne Sharab Peena Chalu kar Di?"

" Yaar Main Sharab Nahi Peeta.....Main ne Sharab Khaayi Hai Paris Main"

"Sharab Haram Hai......Tumhen Malom Tha Na?"

"Sharab Peena Haram Hai......Lekin Main Ne To Sharab Khayi Hai!"

"Kaise?"

I told him the whole story about one of the days when I got my "free hugs" outside Amsterdam Church I felt hungry for "more", so I went to eat at the nearest cafe by the river.

I could not read the menu as it was all in French. I signaled a waiter and told him that "No Pork for me".  I chose one good looking dish and and inquired if it was pork. The waiter realizing my concern made sounds of chicken crowing "Kukdu Koo". I said Yes thats what I want!!

Thats exactly what he got me. It was tasty - very tasty and delicious. I enjoyed every bite of it. But soon I started feeling a little "tipsy". My body has zero tolerance for lies and Nasha and a small amount of it is enough to make me feel weird. When I inquired from the waiter about the content of the chicken dish, the waiter pointed his finger at the bottle of Red Wine and told me in something in french. Apparently the chicken that I was served so nicely, was marinated all night in wine and spices and which made it more tasty.

"Mirza, Kiya Hum Logon Ko Mullah Ke Paas Jaa Ke Is Ka Hal Maloom Karna Chaiyye?"

" Yaar, Usually Mullah Murge Ke Khilaf Nahi Bolta, Woh Us Se MarOub Hota Hai. Mullah Tum Se Paris Ki Detail Lega aur Footage Khayega"

"Phir Kiya Karen?"

"Meri Mano To Jab Tum Agli Baar Kisi Jungle Main "Fabe Aiye Aala Rabbe Kuma Tukazzebaan" padh Rahe Ho Tab Tum Apne Allah Miya Se Maafi Maang Lena. Woh Raheem Hai...Maaf Kar Dega!"

Thats what I did next....

Its been a few years but even today Mirza brings up this story and reminds me how I slept on a footpath. Even today I tell him the same thing that in the grand scheme of things it does not matter where you sleep as long as you sleep. I am fortunate to have frnds that are like me only. We are not born to carry weight of unrealistic expectations of others. Why should I eat, sleep and carry my life in a way that suits your immature fancy?

A friend of mine once drove me in his brand new Mercez convertible at the speed of 150 MPH ( 230 KMPH) in Atlanta. In a few months he met me at Ville Parle station and from where we took local to Church Gate in sardine packed compartment.  Both of us did not compain about anything as we had no time .... we were busy cacthing up on each other and laughing away to glory!

Thats what gives me high.....thats my nashaa...


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Tumhari Tasveer


Tasveer Nikalwate Waqt
Tumhari Aankhon Main
Jis Shaks Ki 
Tasveer Saaf Nazar Aati Hai
Wohi Shaks
Tumhari Us Tasveer Ko
Jab Tnahiayon Main Dekhta Hai
Tab Woh Khud Bhi
Tasveer Sa Ho Jataa Hai!!

Is Trah Do Tasveeren
Ek Doosre Ko Dekh Rahi Hoti Hain
Guzrta Waqt
Sar Jhuka Kar
Tasveer-e - kham Ho Jataa Hai

Aur
Jab Tum In Lafzon Se Bani 
Is Tasveer Ko Jab Sochogi
Tum Khud Bhi To
Ek Tasveer Hi Ban Jaogi!!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, October 16th, 2014 @ 1:15am


Monday, October 13, 2014

Its sardines time...


This is the time n place I feel sorry for myself, being stuck like sardines in a local train. No matter where u go there is no escaping this in India. This is what others economists call the "population dividend" - a dividend I can live without.
So here I was pissed off n angry, more concerned about the health my MacBook Pro than myself. And suddenly a guy started singing a sad song:

 " main ne chaand aye sitaron ki tamanna ki thi
mujh ko raaton ki siyahi kuch na Mila!"
I tried to inject some humor in a F&%$# Up situation so I told him " yaar ghar jaa rahe ho office nahi, u shud be singing happy song!"
He came back with " Ghar jaa raha hoon isi liye to sad song gaa raha hoon. Biwi hai ghar main. Aap to experinced honge"
Hillarious!!
Except perhaps I was always happy going home back in the days....

Friday, October 10, 2014

Milo to Khush aur na Milo to...



Agha Jaani Kashmiri, was a legendary writer n actor who wrote some of the memorable films in 40s, 50s, and 60s. Some of them are Anmold Ghadi, Humayun, Amar, Mujhe Jeene Do, Chori Chori and almost all of Joy Mukherjee's films. In fact he was the one who saw Joy, and pressured his father S. Mukherjee to allow him to act....saying he will take care of his diction and teach him acting.
Anyways. this post is not about him. Its about Ashok Kumar. The picture below is from his autobiography called "Seher Hone Tak", published in 1967 or so. He had dedicated his book to many frnds from the Industry and to Pt. Nehru. In this page he is dedicating it to Ashok Kumar with an interesting anecdote. He writes " Ashok Kumar is a 30 year old frnd, and it was he who dragged Ashok Kumar to Anmol Ghadi and Humayun".
Well, this post is about what he writes next. He says "Whenever I run into Ashok Kumar, he hugs me and says yes to everything I say - even though I may not see him again for a long time. Ashok believes in "Milo to Khush aur Na Milo to Aur bhi Zayada Khush".
That line gave me the 'aha' moment after I bought it from a raddi-wala on a footpath of Bhindi Bazar. This book made me and old man even when I was suppose to be a teenager. This book has lived in two different continents with me.....traveled to many cities internationally. It contains many gems, but the one I internalized was "Milo to Khsuh aur Na Milo to Aur bhi Zayada Khsuh"
Just think about it for a second.....
By believing and living with this dictum you are offering freedom to everyone in your circles. No one is be pressured to see you, at the same time no one is stopped from seeing you as well. Happiness is the result whether you meet or not.....
When frnds meet me after a long time or meet me daily or weekly, I thoroughly enjoy them. I go full throttle on my humor and laugh like there is no tomorrow! I seldom complain to anyone ke why you didn't meet or never called. For me, meeting me after many years is not the topic of reverence, what is important is what we are going to do next......
Coz I have set everyone free with by living Ashok Kumar Mantra " Milo to Khush aur na Milo to Aur Bhi Zadya Khush!"
Try it.....it will set you free for life.....

Friday, October 03, 2014

Kahin aap Mujhe


Ye Baaten Jo Dil Ki Chupaane Lage Hain
Kiya Wakai Mujhe Aap Chahne Lage Hain?

Na Tum Se Mahobbat Thi, Na Hai, Aur Hogi
Kehte Waqt Woh Aankhen Churane Lage Hain

Zameen Pe Pair Nahi, Aasman Aankhon Main
Ab Kiya Hua Kiyoon Itna Itraane Lage Hain?

Pehle Khamosh Taka Karta Tha Tanhaiyan Meri
Ab Chaand Hai Khush, Taare Muskaane Lage Hain

Ek Umr Kati Apne Dasht Ke Hisaar Main Shahid
Ab Kahin Jaa Ke Hosh Thikaane Lage Hain

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, October 4th, 2014 @ 2:50am 

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

Bhupinder Singh



"Shahid ji, how would you like if we get Bhupinder ji to song your ghazal?"
"Which Bhupimder? Dil dhoondta Hai wale?"
"Yes....wohi"

I remember exactly where I was when Apurva ji called. I felt like I transported to the moon a minute.....my first film, my first ghazal going to be sung by a singer I grew up loving.....too good to be true!

Before that for about a few months we were looking for a singer in the Atlanta and neighboring areas. Apurva Ji would audition singers every week and reject them. After we exhausted all the potential singers he auditioned me as well. I was rejected in less than a minute....this is how my career in singing ended....

I was feeling depressed and frustrated and this call from Apurva ji lifted my spirits.

However, on the day of the recording I was away on a business trip to Burnswick, GA.  Sandhya ji, narrated this incident to me:

Bupinder ji, while rehearsing the ghazal realized a word not fitting in well so he mentioned that to her, who told him that "Shahid could not make it....please feel free to make changes as you like".

Bhupinder Ji said " Nahi rehne den.....without writer it would be improper to make changes. I will sing as he has written.."

So he sang my gahzal as is......

This is the material legends are made up of......

Respect!!

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Waqt...


Waqt, Guzar Kar Dekho To
Tumhare Chere Ke Naqoosh
Tumhari Aankhon Ke Suroor
Tumhari Zulfon Ki Woh Chaoon
Tumhare Palkon Ke Woh Gaoon
Tumhari Baaton Ke Sehar
Tumhare Lehje Ke Safar
Tumhare Honton Ke Lamas
Tumhari Bahon Ke Sukoon

Ko Kaise Mubham Kar Raha Hai
Pehle Is Ne Sirf Ek Hi Kiya Tha
Dekho Ab Kitne Zulm Kar Raha Hai!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, September 28th, 2014 @ 12:35am

Thursday, September 18, 2014

World IQ going south...


Here is some Good News for people that were afraid of death the other day on my timeline. (Ye zindagi ke mele duniya main kam na honge / afsos hum na honge!)

Look at this IQ chart closely and recall how an ordinary person was when we were young - and how they are now?

Aren't you glad that you will not be around in 2050 to see the idiots running amok everywhere? We are having difficulty making sense of whats happening around us, and how, twenty something good looking kids have become religious bigots, intolerant discriminators and just plain dumb.

What these kids would do when they are the temporary occupants of 16, Pennsylvania Ave,10 Dawning Street and and 7 Race Course Road?

Trust me you are better off dead than dealing with an IQ below 80. So enjoy your time now......death will be a welcome relief....whenever that happens!

Mirza says, The graph is on a higher side due to the stats from "some" western countries, imagine how it will look if it was just India....LOL

Friday, September 12, 2014

Rotiyan....



Un Dino
Tum Rotiyan Pakane Ke Liye 
Jab Aate Aur Paani Ko Mila Diya Karti Thin
Tab Main
Tumhare Sane Hue 
Be-Bas Hathon Ka Fayeda Utha Kar
Tumhen Goondh Diya Karta Tha

Tumhari Cheekhon, Siskiyon Aur Sargoshiyon 
Ke Darmiyan
Dheere Dheere Tapti, Pakti Ye Rotiyan
Jab Chuleh Se Utartin
To Khushi Se Phool Kar Guppa Hua Karti Thin

In Dino 
Rotiyan Main Bazaar Mangwataa Hoon
Shakl Se Be-Zaar, Bagair Kirdaar, Aur Aakar Ki
Kuch Jali, Kati Ye Rotiyan
Mujhe Dekh Bas Ek Swaal Karti Hain
Kiya Ab Hamen Bhi Khaoge?

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, September 13th, 2014 @ 1:50 am