My job does not fascinate me...unless a question niggles me and then I am on a fact finding mission.
I am a seeker. A story hunter. I am happiest ..happiest hunting stories. I am emotional and I love good ideas.
What should be my ideal job? what?
Truth is lost in stories. There is no input without an output. Truth comes out in stories. Somehow. Something is connected to something. Somehow somewhere there is a trace. There cannot be a blackhole.
That is why I believe in Karma.
Today Vinod Khanna ji passed away. Why does it feel personal. I dont know. Maybe because I always liked Akshaye Khanna so much..or Papa told me he saw Vinod Khanna in person, and has never seen a more handsome man since or because he got involved in Osho and I have heard and enjoyed Osho's crazy talks so much...anyways he was a superstar and I am one in millions fascinated by some aspect of him.
But what's curious is my day got spent reading on him...and then I stumbled on a little article where Zeenat Aman spoke of him and gave a tribute reminiscing that they worked together in a film directed by brij Sadanah who died a gruesome death. I wondered why n googled (Jai Ho Google) and found this was an old story..where earlier only the son's name had registered on my consciousness. When I was still in school...this young man called Kamal Sadanah..with a puppy melancholy face had debuted. And maybe just before his debut it was a scandal that his father had tried to kill all and then killed himself in a case of domestic shootout right on the day of his birthday and a party going on at home. That is the kind of story one does not forget. But in that story I registered this fact of the murderer as actor Kamal Sadanahs father. That is it. Today I learnt he is Brij Sadanah...now I will always remember this fact! Stories are so funny. And my day seems well spent collecting stories. Why am I in a corporate job creating decks n excels about topics I don't care a whit about? GOD PLEASE HELP ME.......I need to find a job where I LOVE to be at work every single day. PLEASE. And yes...Dear God..please take care of Vinod Khanna ji and his good kind soul.
Anyways..the story. So I wanted to find more about Brij Sadanah. So I google again and search shows me a string of articles..and this one grabs my eye...."http://www.filmfare.com/features/exclusive-at-17-i-had-turned-to-prostitution-shagufta-rafique-3346-1.html"
Seems Mr. Brij Sadanah was married to a yesteryear actress, who had an illegitimate daughter..who had to turn to prostitution to take care of her foster mother...but emerged out of that grim world to be a story teller today!!!! Her name is Shagufta Rafique. Absolutely fascinating. God please give me a moonlighting job as a writer interviewing people and finding out their stories to tell. Stories..stories..stories...
I am a seeker. A story hunter. I am happiest ..happiest hunting stories. I am emotional and I love good ideas.
What should be my ideal job? what?
Truth is lost in stories. There is no input without an output. Truth comes out in stories. Somehow. Something is connected to something. Somehow somewhere there is a trace. There cannot be a blackhole.
That is why I believe in Karma.
Today Vinod Khanna ji passed away. Why does it feel personal. I dont know. Maybe because I always liked Akshaye Khanna so much..or Papa told me he saw Vinod Khanna in person, and has never seen a more handsome man since or because he got involved in Osho and I have heard and enjoyed Osho's crazy talks so much...anyways he was a superstar and I am one in millions fascinated by some aspect of him.
But what's curious is my day got spent reading on him...and then I stumbled on a little article where Zeenat Aman spoke of him and gave a tribute reminiscing that they worked together in a film directed by brij Sadanah who died a gruesome death. I wondered why n googled (Jai Ho Google) and found this was an old story..where earlier only the son's name had registered on my consciousness. When I was still in school...this young man called Kamal Sadanah..with a puppy melancholy face had debuted. And maybe just before his debut it was a scandal that his father had tried to kill all and then killed himself in a case of domestic shootout right on the day of his birthday and a party going on at home. That is the kind of story one does not forget. But in that story I registered this fact of the murderer as actor Kamal Sadanahs father. That is it. Today I learnt he is Brij Sadanah...now I will always remember this fact! Stories are so funny. And my day seems well spent collecting stories. Why am I in a corporate job creating decks n excels about topics I don't care a whit about? GOD PLEASE HELP ME.......I need to find a job where I LOVE to be at work every single day. PLEASE. And yes...Dear God..please take care of Vinod Khanna ji and his good kind soul.
Anyways..the story. So I wanted to find more about Brij Sadanah. So I google again and search shows me a string of articles..and this one grabs my eye...."http://www.filmfare.com/features/exclusive-at-17-i-had-turned-to-prostitution-shagufta-rafique-3346-1.html"
Seems Mr. Brij Sadanah was married to a yesteryear actress, who had an illegitimate daughter..who had to turn to prostitution to take care of her foster mother...but emerged out of that grim world to be a story teller today!!!! Her name is Shagufta Rafique. Absolutely fascinating. God please give me a moonlighting job as a writer interviewing people and finding out their stories to tell. Stories..stories..stories...
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