Today, if the helm of the moment arises to survive this moment, do not hesitate. Natural fire suppresses health!
In the Mahabharata, after the war, there is a woman festival. In which both face-to-face, Draupadi and Gandhari, who are raised at different ages, feel that they have now become like a fruitless tree.
Kheti asked Odhni where he was going.
Odhani said: Fly ...
Say no to worms or you will get burned
So cover it up: now it's lit, it's gone!
The room said: Ali, keep my request
What did I do to you?
No, not Java ... No, no
- Hiccups shout at him
Uber said: I will not lie,
You say, "Okay,
Fruit Key: Arrr,
So dressed up: Marr,
Throw you a pillow somewhere
Waira said: current bai, keep quiet,
We will not let you down
Kinti asked Odhni: Where have you been?
Odhani said: Fly ...
- Ramesh Parekh
What is a desert?
Desert means deserted. Desert means desolate. The desert is sunk. The desert is the emptiness. Desert is a burning inflammation. The desert is African or Arab, Rajasthan or Kutch. The symbol is the lack of water. Lack of greenery. Lack of dampness. Namely, lack of love. Lack of relationship. Lack of life. The desert is jerky, dry. Throwing black in the day and slaughtering in the night. The ovary looks the same from side to side.
So if there is no wall horizontal, the mistake can be made! The desert is Monotony. Monotony. The sun rising in the same mill all night. In the desert there is a virtual mirage. Thirst for thorns. Shimmering handcuffs. The swallowing abscess and the hay that gets stuck in it are the desert. It does not have a bird's trunk. They don't have bouncing socks. They contain the rocks of sand and the cursed predators that are tearing them apart.
What is Dhola?
The drum has been shouting for centuries already. The trumpet sound that chant, which sounds distant and pulls you in. If you do not want to go in the direction of temptation. Drumming is a shock that flows from the intestines to the lungs. The symbol of an invisible invisible natural pull. Why do some people walk away from the world, putting all safety and shame, all at ease and with dignity? No job, no family. There is no village and no country. To quit a career and fall out of favor with Fana. No scientist, no clerk, no saint.
Lovers of dying even though the blacksmith's blazing sword dies, wiping out the jungle of other entangled relationships and rioting with the rest of the world. To all of this, Gabby's sound for mocking outside the frame is drum. Then, stay away, the unimaginable terrifying attraction of the unimaginable bus. After their turn, someone dies, but do not be afraid to speak for yourself. Become an incilabie, as if an unsuspecting pink of an unhealthy cafe becomes such a funky beverage.
What is Garbo?
Garba has no cell. There is no scripture, mythology, code. It's not Havan, not verse. There is no sign of a creator underneath it. It is not worship. There is dance. It has arisen not from the contemplation of the great masses, but from the dustbin of folk life. The folk change so 'folk' changes. The rhythm, the fine, the chumka changes the song. Unable to dance. Unstoppable turmoil.
It was incomplete information to sing for the mother, that if the heart beats the cow, it would be that the woman becomes the mother of the self-actualizing power! Need to snap a picture, a pen for writing, a camera for a photo and a quote for a sculpture, a microphone for speaking to a needlework. But to dance to laughter, we must have a heart full of nightmarish energy. No equipment is required for Garba. The body is a tool of its own! If the rhythm once sounds inside, then the inner dance resonates until the deluge.
Sivasutra says: The soul is a dancer. The blood cells, white cells, form an interest in us. Lasses form around us, galaxies and galaxies. Normally the speed slows down over time after the explosion. But science dictates that the expansion of the universe will only accelerate over time after the Big Bang! Instead of slowing down, Gagan's skull catches on leaning forward. Chetan Jetha, a decades-long devotee of abortion, writes: 'This may be the only folk dance in the world whose genesis is linked to the vital truth of life, such as getting out of the pitcher.
That is why there is a hole in Garba. The light inside comes out at a distance. The soul within the body is shining. The light is spreading. Liberating. Even before the manifestation of Durga, other dances took place in the court of Indra. But there is no such thing associated with it. And they weren't. Maybe that's why our rasgarba doesn't even have the emotional storytelling gestures, yet it is kind of warm. I am proud of my handwriting when playing Garba.
By locking I can see the tension inside. Feel free to experience or fly! Garbo is played in a circle, the circle never ends, it is infinite. Okay, I gave Thoria a okay fence, she gave me a nice puff, OK I got a thumbs up, I gave her a deep scare! ' Garbo means boiling. Gujaratis of any age, from a young child to a great Ba, when Vidshu Kallolini's Hazrat says ... when there is no wife, mother, sister, daughter, sister-in-law, nunand, sister-in-law, aunt, aunt, aunt, aunt ... Is purely a woman in pure form!
What is a woman?
Oh. What is a woman? XX chromosomes? Two breasts and clenched voice? Dark hair or womb? Vaginal and elastic movements? Menstruation or Mistletoe? Who is this woman? What is Feminine? The woman is of interest, of color, of fashion, of smell, of taste, of touch. The woman is the salt of nature, the earth's green. The woman is the attraction, the friction is, the mirror. It is a foggy, light-looking but not completely mysterious shape. A puzzle. Puzzle. A deep, dark yet slippery sweet palate well. Yes, woman is water. Can be molded in different shapes forever, or taste a new color. Yet it does not lose its moisture.
Hard as snow, light as steam. Warm but also warm. The roots are constantly flowing. Wet and steep. Pricing. Shatrupa in Sanskrit called for woman. Nourishing life just like water. Creative. The organism was born on earth in water. Some Sadhubawa, Pope Papadari and Muttalomi's traditional fear of it. Someone covered his face, some looked away from his face. Kamini considers sin, the cause of the fall. But still, the woman who is giving birth to them is the one who created the woman.
With the exception of Krishna, in the world, religious men and couples instead of keeping the kamini from the male cheetah somewhere, kept their eyes open, gave up their lips of renunciation or made rules for it. Because man fears what he does not understand. To control it! So the woman went in-laws, the woman obeyed the angle, the nudity of the majjad, the marriage of the woman, became the rules for remarriage or divorce.
Laws for women's mobility and clothing were enacted. All the filth of the world created by man, regardless of woman. The woman always intended to keep any shadow, light, shadow under her remote control. By taking honey on a tongue, with a poisonous arrow on one's back! Indira Sant's Marathi poem is that a woman who bakes everything in cooking goes straight to the responsibilities of the world, like a burnt bread!
In the Mahabharata, after the war, there is a woman festival. In which, face to face, both Draupadi and Gandhari, who are raised at different ages, feel that they have now become like a fruitless tree. The muzzle looks almost like a skull. Beau women have lost all their offspring in Kurukshetra, and the burdensome old age of their unmarried husband opens them up! They have the past now, not the future! Being burnt to death, whose intention of raping her, kidnapping her and making a false distinction about her, has been in the society forever, is woman! Female means nature. It may seem like a miracle, but if it does, it must be surrendered. In spite of all that screaming mud, the cries of fall hidden behind the smile of spring are female. Pictured with this article is Ophelia's 8th-century M: a dead body floating amidst beautiful, quiet yet deadly, playful gardens. Injured and unconscious at the hands of his own male, Dead!
Perhaps that is why Zaverchand Meghani wrote: 'The importance of great men is safe. Until their wives are silent. The gods appear only in their works of the literary world. Their truth is the dust of their lives, and their women's feet crumble. What a literary writer living among fantasy and spirit creatures when he steps on the earth! In Gujarat, Hindwani has not yet started writing the characters of the owners. In the first world, widows have given their husbands biographies.
The Hallero movie says: 'Men born in the world taking care of a stool' can think of this way across! That is why the film is the epitome of Ramesh Parekh's poem 'Odhni's Mahabhinishraman'. It was not imagined that the same would be seen on screen when the Golden State Lotus National Award was received for the first time from the founding of the state of Gujarat for the first time to this day! Writer Soumya Joshi, composer Mehul Surti and director Abhishek Shah are also said to have been born in the same manner as Maulin Parmar.
Amrita Pritam, quoting such quotable poetry, wrote the quintessential poems of the centuries, where the soul (spirit) of the woman is free. This is the root of the Hellero socks, wind, hinges. Of course, it is very hard to digest it in today's world. But it can be felt.
A place of dreams was woven
Took a yard of cloth
And took the age bra
Today, from the depths of the sky
Wrap a cloud cover
And drank a smoky moonlight
This is a watch that we have
Borrowed from death
Ditto will pay the price
And that is why many people do not understand the fun of watching a movie like this crazy, drama competition at a university. Hellaro is a beautiful film, not a complete movie. Actually, Khasi as a film is quite predictable. Sophocles' Greek tragedy format clings to the one-place Natanium! The storyline is just like the trailer in it. Is of thin texture. Memorable would have been a classic forever if there were more layers of these events in the metaphorical characters and folklore metaphors of 'parched' or 'Bhavani Bhavai'.
But EnoMagic Charm is in the intuition of pure Passion in addition to the intelligence of its makers. There are scenes of blurry moments in the dialogue that are tearing up the edge of truth and saying something more in a less than gentle words. And Ebon All is in the music of Mehul Surti.
Mehulio is showered with a cloud of gentle words when there is a famine of music all over Bollywood. To see if Garba is boiling is enough. People used to listen to films like Ashiqi only to see songs in theaters. Hellaro is so special.
Because it promises to give us unexpected, untold suffering there. In the tradition of hello humor, open eyes, lack of fame and liberation, the smoldering smokescreen of smoke, the traditions we find there, in the name of women or shudras, are rooted in left-right politics. doing.
Apparently WhatsApp's futuristic scholars, despite their misconduct, are aware of how the outbreak of this is provoked by their attitude towards JNU students. Our regular political mindsets, which express themselves as not like them, are either the government or the azurea of the West, the Parabara country or the heretic. Black and white straight ends. There is no evidence to prove either.
But man's instinct for freedom, rather than being in one's bondage, is his natural DNA. That is why in Saudi Arabia, the Crown Prince has to open a cinemahole, even though the scope of a mitu is not among the religious baddies. Women’s driving has to be adapted. Where is the money in the Gulf or Arab countries right now? So if there are women who are tired of restrictions, look out for Instagram or Twitter, and the queens and princesses are going west.
Hong Kong is rich, and China is. Yet the educated youths are rushing to revolution. East Germany or Russia did not defeat anyone, they made this expression in the spirit of freedom. So if you get the chance, man has to leave France or America, Australia or Britain, Canada or Germany There is shortness of breath, there is no watchman on society and home contractors.
The original is a Hellaro film inspired by the legend raised in Vrajwani village of Kutch. Krishnapreeti's gopis became indifferent to the rasa juice for hours after forgetfulness of the house, in which the dholi was beheaded and the women gave their sacrifice with blood. However, for the shocking storytellers nowadays, the home industry is swept away by the swirling of alternate history, among them alternative alternatives. But the original fibers are the same in the film, the texture is different.
The noise is the backdrop of an emergency that happened in India in the event of an emergency, just like the wailing of the house and their wings being cut off. Does it mention that the film and the director of the Sholay film Ramesh Sippy did not have to be changed in an emergency?
For many men, marriage is not a marriage mate or a marriage mate. Contrast that with the fact that there is a battlefield victory, a land won. આપણે ત્યાં મરદ ભાયડાઓને પથારીમાં સ્ત્રી જોઈએ છે, પણ એની સાથે રોમેન્ટિક થવામાં કે એને અંગતના એકાંતમાં ય વ્હાલનું પ્રેમપ્રદર્શન કરવામાં એમની ઈજ્જતનો ફજેતો થઇ જતો હોય એમ એને સહચરીને બદલે યાંત્રિક સાધન સમજે છે. ભણતર એટલે જ એમને ભૂંડું લાગે છે. કારણ કે ભણે એ વિચારે, વિચારે એ ચેલેન્જ કરે ખોટી સમજને. ને એમાં ઘવાઈ જાય મૂછાળો ઈગો. પશુ પાળવામાં આવે, એમ આજે ય ઘણી જગ્યાએ ઘરની જોરુ કહો કે 'બૈરું' પાળવામાં આવે છે, માલિકની તાબેદારીમાં!
સૈરાટ કે હેલ્લારો જેવી ફિલ્મો આવે કે એક કોરસગાન શરૂ થઇ જાય છે : આવું હવે નથી થતું. ઓહ રિયલી? તો કેટલી છોકરી મરજી પડે તો એકલી હેલ્લારો જોવા ગુજરાતમાં ય જઈ શકે છે? ઉપર ઉપરથી ઘણું સુધર્યું છે પણ અંદરથી ઘણું બદલવાનું બાકી છે. હજુ આંતરજ્ઞાાતીય પ્રેમલગ્નોને તુચ્છકારથી વર્ણસંકર કહી ઠેકડી ઉડાડાય છે, ને મારી પણ નખાય છે.
સુરેન્દ્રનગર જીલ્લામાં એક આચાર્યે એક દલિત શિક્ષકનો પાણી પીવાનો ગોળો જુદો રાખેલો એના સમાચાર મીડિયામાં ફોટા સહિત હમણાં આવ્યા હતા. માથે મેલું ઉપાડવાનું ગયું હોય તો ય મનના મેલ ક્યાં સાફ થયા છે હજી ભેદના. મેરેજમાં ફેમિલીનો ઓર્થોડોક્સ પ્રેશર છે, એટલે પણ ડિવોર્સ રેટ વધે છે. કરિઅરમાં સ્ત્રીએ એપ્રુવલ લેવી પડે છે. મોબાઈલ ન રાખવાની કે પ્રેમ ન કરવાની પ્રતિજ્ઞાાઓ છડેચોક લેવડાવાય છે.
રજસ્વલા સ્ત્રીઓના ધર્મસ્થાનકે જવા માટેના વિવાદો આજે ય છે. પિરીયડસ પર ખુલીને બોલવાને લોકો બોલ્ડ ગણી જુદી નજરે જુએ છે. સ્ત્રીભ્રુણહત્યા પણ છે જ. સોનોગ્રાફીથી જેન્ડર જોવા પર અમથી પ્રતિબંધ મુકવો પડયો? ડોમેસ્ટિક વાયોલન્સ છે. બધી સ્ત્રીઓ બિન્દાસ આધુનિકા નથી થઇ હજુ. બધી સેલિબ્રિટી પણ નથી હોતી.
યુટયુબ પર શોધશો તો આ વર્ષના ય એવા વિડીયો એ ય ઉદાર ગણાતા ગુજરાતના અમુક સંપ્રદાયોના મળશે જેમાં નવરાત્રિના માતાજીના તહેવારનો રાસ એકલા પુરુષો, ભણેલા પ્રતિષ્ઠિત યુવાનો સહિત લેતા જોવા મળશે. મોટા વર્તુળમાં કલાકો સુધી સમ ખાવા પુરતો કોઈ એક ડોશીમાંનો ય ચેહરો નહિ દેખાય ત્યાં ગરબે લહેરાતી ચુંદડીની વાત શું કરવી?
હેલ્લારોમાં આ વ્યથાના વીતક છે. સામે થવાના શિંગડા અને સ્વતંત્ર ઉડવાની પાંખો કાપવાની સામાજિક જોહુકમીની વ્યથાના વીતક છે. ચોટદાર સંવાદો ઉપરાંત આંખો ને અભિવ્યક્તિ સાથેના કેટલાક મૌનથી આ વાત કહેવાઈ છે. ઢોલી બનતા જયેશ મોરેની આખા કોરા રણને સમાવી લેતી આંખો જોજો.
આખી ફિલ્મમાં હિડન વોઈસ છે. આમ બાજુમાં બેઠાં હો તો ય બહાર આવતો નથી. આવી કોઈ ફિલ્મ આવે ત્યારે સ્પર્શી જાય છે, સપના વિનાની રાત! આહ, શું શબ્દો છે સૌમ્યના જોશીના! શું હલક છે આદિત્ય ગઢવીની! શું રગરગમાં ચૂવાક કરે એવું સંગીત છે મેહુલ સુરતીનું!
ફિલ્મના ઓર્તાના ગાલ પર કાળો ટીકો જરૂર છે. મૂળજીનો ફ્લેશબેક કચ્છ બહારના બીજા લોકેશન પર મુકી એમાં જરાક વધુ લોજીકલ ટ્રેક ઉભો કરી શકાયો હોત. ક્લાઈમેક્સ ઓપન ને પોએટિક છે, પણ એ અગાઉ ઘણું ઓન નોટ મેસેજથી આગળ મલ્ટીકલર ઉમેરી શકાયું હોત. ભાષા ને કોસ્ચ્યુમ તો ઠીક ફીચર ફિલ્મમાં એટલી છૂટછાટ હોય જ. નહિ તો મૈથિલીમાં બનેલી સોન ચિરૈયા જેવા ધબડકા થાય પછી. પણ ઉત્તમ ફિલ્મ સિનેમેટોગ્રાફી ને સાઉન્ડ ઉપરાંત દરેક બાબતે સર્વોત્તમ થઇ શકી હોત.
છતાં ય, ચીલો આવો સરસ એક જૈન પછી બીજા શાહ એવા અભિષેકે ચાતર્યો ને એક દરવાજો તો ખોલ્યો! કચ્છનું લોકેશન નહી તો બિહાર કે હરિયાણાના ગામડામાં ય આ ચિત્કાર ને આ ઉમળકો એ જ રહેત. પણ તો પછી ગુજરાતનું ગૌરવ કેવી રીતે હોત? આવી કૃતિઓ થકી અંદરના ડૂમા ઓગાળવા સર્જકોને સપના સજાવેલી રાતોના ઉજાગરા ભલે મળતા! એમની વીજળીઓ ભલે સ્ક્રીનના આસમાનમાં ઝબૂકતી! (શીર્ષક : દિવ્યા રાજેશ મોદી)
ફાસ્ટ ફોરવર્ડ
હવે તો કરવી જ પડશે રતિ,
આ રાત સાથે,
હંમેશા મારી ઉપર પથરાયેલી રહેતી આ રાતને
એકવાર મારી નીચે સુવડાવીને જોવી છે
આખરે ક્યાં સુધી માન્યાં કરવાનાં
પવિત્ર, આ અંધારાને?
હવે એકવાર આંખો ખુલ્લી રાખીને
કરી મૂકવી છે, હતપ્રભ આ રાતને.
રાતનો વિનયભંગ કરવાની રીત તો જોકે ઘણી છે,
એક વાર બસ,
રાતરાણીની સુગંધથી મોહિત થયા વગર,
મારે જોવું છે,
રાતરાણીના લીલા બીજમાંથી
કેવી રીતે ખીલે છે આ સફેદ ફૂલ
(મનીષા જોષી)
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