Besan Ka Halwa

Christopher Nolan and the Art of Bending Time Dunkirk is a corroboration of the fact that ace English filmmaker Christopher Nolan is not only obsessed with the concept of ‘time’ but is at the helm of manipulating it in every successive film of his. Nolan, since his debut film project, has given a relishing and thought provoking experience to the audience. He is perhaps the numero uno when it comes to the issue of marriage of populist blockbuster filmmaking with uncompromising art of direction. He delivers what we may refer to as a ‘holistic production’. Nolan, however, might at the back of his mind reject all of these claims for a simple acceptance of his primary objective- the objective that drives his acumen or vice-versa. It’s the objective that overpowers almost every single production that he has undertaken and will undertake in his future projects. It’s the objective of playing with time. In a way, Nolan is the ‘real-life Doctor Strange’ whose talents are comp

--Epilogue-- (The alleged creator and his creation are dead. And so is the tale apparently. Or is it?)   The Blacksmith told me in after-life He didn’t but the infamy did survive The applause he’d had once with zest It’s high time the case be put to rest. Chorus: Put to rest, put to rest. It’s high time the case be put to rest… Now the old Knock-Knock joker is up there The Blacksmith and its creator both would share A glass of whisky on the rocks Revel and revile some Kooler Talks. The beak of steel was used to stir And the big round wheel stank of slur  Up there the two silver bowls did rust And the whole steamy thing gathered dust. Chorus: Gathered dust, gathered dust. The whole steamy thing gathered dust… To wipe the bowels clean next day Apologies were due to his dismay. The surd’s wit and the Blacksmith’s rod Would shun what now no one could laud. So they sat on their respective pots In hereafter, took a line o

I have time to kill Feel guilty but can’t help it Checking the bill again ‘Café Frappe’ did I pronounce it rightly This time? The best I could do Also asked for a cocoa topping Not sure what it tastes like I am not hungry That streetside pav bhaaji was heavy The waiter’s getting my order It looks like ordinary cold coffee Sips It tastes like one too Frappé Hmm Sighs I am not hungry Frappé My official permission to kill time inside That expensive coffeehouse I’d heard time is money How does it feel to kill both simultaneously In cold blood? ‘Feel guilty but can’t help it’ I rest my case your honour The menu seemed to have life in it Its numbers mocked me The cheapest item suited me (With cocoa topping to avoid the attendant’s judging) The television’s working in here But the people around seem more watchable Glasses full Eyes empty Furnished tables Tarnished smiles Real money From fake pockets Slipping out