A feminine look to a life gives you a clear picture – a happy family, a beautiful partner and a well-settled life.. a masculine look stresses on the ‘MORE’ syndrome - nothing is enough.. life’s always tough that ways…

but when it comes to decision making, I go with the feminine approach towards life..maybe because that comes naturally to me..not that girls are not tougher than the boys..but they are more emotionally charged…maybe that is why when it came to me for making a life changing decision, I took the plunge with an effervescent ‘yes’, when asked to make a choice between a beautiful family life and a career life studded with professional barnburners…
I trust God and I know He’s given much more than what I had asked for..I am happy with my decision; on cloud nine..:)

Encore for AN..

dude!! this is amazing!! our docu, AN (Adrashya Nari) bags another Best documentary award in Filmsaaz '08!!

check out the link - http://www.filmsaaz08.com/

THREE CHEERS TO THE "INVISIBLE WOMAN" TEAM...HIP HIP HURRAY!! x3

MY DAD WITH mR. AMIR KHAN..:)

When i told some people that i am planning to direct a film, they laughed it out saying "you're so shy and direction needs a certain smartness that you lack. you better give up the idea. it's not your cup of tea." But there were some real gems around who supported my idea and promised to join me in my project and my maiden effort of making an independent documentary as a director. with their blessings and support i addressed the root cause of so many major problems that India is facing today - lack of women education and empowerment. the true story of the girls of a village in Madhya Pradesh inspired me to work on the concept and after a heart-wrenching experience of a 5 day stay with the girls, i came to know many shocking incidences that still pervades the country - female foeticide being the most terrible one. i NEVER EVER imagined even in my dreams that just a few kilometers away from my home, where i live a life like a princess, there could be a place where girls are toyed with and are sexually objectified and some are even not allowed to step into this beautiful world!! we have read this, heard about it, but i witnessed it through the innocent and tell tale eyes of the girls of Narlay..



And the fact that how beautifully the efforts of one man is stopping these cruelties gradually, is a subject of not just admiration but a subject which stirs the soul to wake up to this reality and contribute.



i salute the efforts of the man and my team, ESPECIALLY MY LIL SWEETHEART, MY SIS, for her support and for getting me all the applause and a tear-jerking response of an emotionally charged audience on some scenes in the film, when it was shown in the 16isto9 International Film Festival. the festival saw the entries from the countries like US, UK, Cannada, China, Egypt and Sweden. From India there were entries from around 150 colleges. My film titled "Adrashya Nari" (Invisible Woman), got Silver for the Best Documentary (non-fiction) film. It was a star-studded event and the evening of the final day saw the presence of superstar Amir Khan giving away the awards. My dad received the award on my behalf as i could not attend the function due to my mom's ill-health. But the pleasure to have my dad receive the award was more than what i could have got if i was there on the stage.

It was an evening i'll always remember..:)

I was completely bogged out yesterday evening..God knows why. Biorhythms maybe. i wanted to fight with someone and because my sis was not around i decided to fight it out with my room. i emptied my shelves, my closet, wardrobe evrything..n decided to transform a fit of rage into a fit of creativity..so this is what my room looked like.

and this is what i came up with....a wall-hanging for a friend..thanks to the 'Best out of Waste' competitions in the primary school i used to participate in..:)

Princess Fiona for u...:)

Alive n kickin’!!!!

Life is full of adventure. And this reminds me of the Smirnoff ad – “life is calling, where are you?” Like watching a bird spread its wings in the morning mist is an adventure, watching a small puppy getting wet in the rain and then picking it up and hiding it in your jacket is an adventure, going on a shopping spree and then getting panic attacks on seeing the bill is an adventure; life is a bundle of excitement!! You need not be a travel freak or an ‘MTV Roadies’ participant to be labeled ‘adventurous’. If you are alive, you are adventurous.

OK, Let me guess, what was the biggest adventure of my life..Yes. It was undoubtedly the time when my sister was born. Well actually, it was the beginning of a full-fledged adventure in its own right. And it was multi-faceted. It had love, drama, comedy and lots of action (sisterly dhiishhuum-dhiiisshhumm) in it. Haha.

But there were many more incidences when I felt life. To state a few, I’ll start with the one I experienced during my Pachmarhi trip. The place I along with 200 other girls went to was called “Reechgarh’ and was quite scary. We had to pass through a small but long & narrow passage through the caves and it was uncomfortable getting into it. We had to squat our ways through it and that without making any noise as we were told that there are wild animals around and we could awake the sleeping giants! There was total darkness out there and we could hardly breathe as there were too many people in the passage. Even after coming out we could see the huge caves threatening us to watch our ways. But I captured the entire experience in my cam and I enjoy watching the video whenever I feel life is becoming dull..it gives me a hint of much more excitement waiting to be discovered.

Another incidence was when I along with 5 of my friends planned a trip to a nearby water-park a couple of years ago. We were all charged up and obviously excited. I took my car and loved the empty road with just our car shining bright in the daylight. But on reaching the park we came to know it was under renovation and will be closed for a about month. None of us was in a mood to return home. So we decided to go to another place which was just a few kilometers (that is what we thought) ahead of the park. We went to the place, laughed, pottered around, got into the groove and totally forgot to look at our watches. When we did, we realized we were in a big trouble aur aaj humari waat lagne wali hai ghar per. We rushed to our car and zoomed away. But bhagwan ko kuch aur hi manzoor tha. Our car broke down in the midway. Maine bahut bola ki chal dhanno ye teri basanti ki ijjat ka sawal hai per dhanno nahi mani. It was getting dark outside and there was a weird and scary silence we could feel around us. Not a soul around! The road was barren. The other five girls got out of the car and pushed it. I was on the wheel. We tried calling home but there was no network. Bullshit!! We were perturbed. But we kept pushing the car. And in the middle of everything we heard a disturbing noise as of howling of a wild wolf. As if my car got scared or what but in a fit of amazement it started. The other five girls got inside impulsively and we heaved sigh of relief. We were back to home finally and never mind the repercussions I had to face; that’s a long story.

So now whenever you feel low just think of the moments when you were in the middle of some adventure. It could be small or big but it gives you a taste of life and about the fact that we are living in a God’s world, full of mystery.

welcome to sneharmonic

Wo subah kabhi to aayegi…..

Wo subah kabhi to aayegi…..

I dedicate the song to the lawmakers, lawbreakers and the beneficiaries of the entire tamasha. The tamasha of instant justice, mob lynch or vigilantism. Wouldn’t it be right for these people to take a break from their respective professions and go for a walk? They aren’t doing their work anyways. Instead they are more concerned about filling each others’ shoes. People of all professions – teachers, doctors, students - are turning into lawmakers..they make their own laws and implement them in their unique ways; the original lawmakers are sleeping and thanks to the delayed justice, the people who should actually be sleeping, leaving everything in the hands of law and trusting it, are losing their sleep. Hail democracy!

Consider this –

Two people quarreled over using a cellphone a couple of days back, and in a fit of rage, the one named Ravi, stabbed the other several times. Locals rushed the injured person to the hospital, but he succumbed to his injuries midway. Ravi was caught and assaulted by his neighbours before being handed over to the policemen, who took him to hospital for treatment. Later a crowd reached the hospital, roped his neck and dragged him out to the road where he was beaten black and blue. Even as a handcuffed Ravi twisted and turned in vain and writhed in pain, the cops, batons in their hand and rifles on their shoulders, remained mute spectators.

(Source: Sunday Times, 24th Feb’08)


Instead of hitting the accused, wouldn’t it be a better idea to strip such policemen, for whom their work is everything but worship, off their uniforms in public? Because of such people, the entire police force is being accused of inactivity.

God forbid, if this tamasha continues, we wouldn’t need to buy tickets for some Ram Gopal Verma flick, as then we could see the real life villains getting roughed up by our local heroes right in front of our homes, until we find out that the person being beaten to death is our own daughter or brother and then we would find no law to ask for help. We will have to find our own ways of getting justice by the mob, of the mob and for the mob.

Arre wo subaha kabhi to aayegi jab ham hamare hi desh ka tamasha banne se rok sakenge.

Super-mom!!

Being a housewife is super-challenging. It’s not only about cooking and looking after the (super) kids but it’s a total house management, a job without a salary. Hats off to my mom who makes things look so simple. She’s not keeping well since last many days. And so I am kinda managing the house; something she’s been doing since last 29 years. But I guess what keeps her ticking is the love we kids we give to her and in return what we get is some thing beyond boundaries. Something that only motherhood can do to you. Just a smile on her kids’ faces makes her day and a tear in their eye gives her sleepless nights. Even on the hospital bed, my mom was more worried about whether I am taking my meals on time or not. That’s what being a mother is all about I guess. I’ll understand it better when I become one.