S.I.L - The BhaB'ee

The Love & Respect towards Females & their beauty has always encouraged & fueled my impassioned idolism which reveres only to admire & worship women at their highest & best.

It was the sunny afternoon of April and I got up from sleep with this irksome tooth ache.  After having my lunch I went out to get a smoke. Everything about that day was routine and it was more annoying because I had a night shift that day, everybody was busy celebrating their ‘Weekend’ and the other primary reason was my GodBrother was enjoying his friend’s girlfriend’s birthday party, our adoptive sister (who’s a mutual friend of ours) at an another friend’s place, but I wasn’t invited. My curiosity bled out & there was no room for patience. I called up my brother to know where he is (an excuse or I can say with a hope to be called upon). GOD has his ways to strike us humans with different ‘Twists & Turns’. Finally GodBrother asked me to come over, and then.. I didn’t have the slightest idea of what’s gonna happen..

   The party was held at a friend’s place, nearby my house. And we call it ‘The Passion House’ (for lot of certain reasons). All the boozing ‘ celebrations are planned & held at this place. There were so many times I went there for various parties, but this time before entering the lift itself there was something I was sensing without a rational process. I was excited but felt little peculiar for a while. As I knocked the door a friend opened it, whom I didn’t expect. Voluntarily I hugged him and he escorted me to the room inside where everyone was present. That’s it…!

There was this exquisite face with those in those known unattractive countenances. She wore a Red colored top & a jean and her hair - The Mountain Of Curls, she appeared like an Angel to me. Out of that filthy mass, she was alone holding a glass in her beautiful hands, I ought to call them ‘Hands of Beauty’. The opened Beer bottles, the Half filled whiskey glasses & snacks spread on the floor, the whirls & the smell of the cigarettes and the creepy song being played on the computer didn’t mean nothing to me. I could just tell by the way I was relating to the atmosphere & that Pure Fascination that there was some connection whatsoever. I felt it the very moment I stepped forward to say ‘Hi’’, there was an impulse I was following. That gave me the right & courage to just say it to my God Brother who sat beside her, much closer, “Bhabhi hain kya?”... Upon hearing this he instantly raised his eye brows & bit his tongue , a known & immediate cue to me, which led me to form an impression.  It was the moment of desolation. I hated the reason, which I came to know eventually.

Her beauty was so strong that it took end number of times for me to see & stare at her. Each time I did so it grew more effectively & has tremendously impacted my brain, much stronger that it blinded me to the tremendous beauty in her simplicity.

When she left in the evening I just couldn’t believe that the Supernatural Being of beauty stayed in that stupid looking house. I say stupid because I believed that no man-made house deserved to house my BhaB’ee.

After that day, there was an extreme fondness to see & meet her. And it kept growing every other day.  It was then ‘The Passion House’s owner aka our friend, reminded all of us about his Birthday.  And Then?  She was invited (by default) & it was an another magnificent memoir of our lives.

This time it was more exciting, coz I was invited.. lolz! NO! because we knew in advance that she’s gonna come. Really I killed time & the days just went. An evening before the birthday, there was a deep anxiety whether she would come or not? What if her parents wouldn’t allow? What if the trains wouldn’t run? What if there’s a storm tomorrow? What if someone meet an accident and the party is cancelled? What if our friend has a tiff with our adoptive sister? And a lot of “Whats” & “Ifs” killed me throughout .

But the day arrived and so did she. My heart was thumping like mad, till I saw her. We knew each other this time so we laughed, danced & enjoyed double the last time. Every time she called me or cited me or when we clicked our pictures, there was a feeling of attachment to such extend that it felt like I know her since the inception of me in GOD’s mind.  I have an exalted sense of her importance. Like one has for a Mother, a Sister, or a Best Female Friend since childhood. The way she spoke, behaved & demanded for certain things.. is to be venerated! During the course of that day’s celebration with her I began to observe & realize that she has an invisible wall around her and she does not let anyone cross that. Behind that wall she maintains her dignity and her self-respect and she never lets anyone inside. For me she formed the epitome of SOFT SPOT which I believe is many times more complex and many times more effective than deliberate feelings. Her charm, her beauty, her personality and her demeanor was what I have always dreamt about being a perfect BhaB’ee, The Sita of my life and there she was!

Well, throughout that day she was in the frame of mind and I didn’t even care and nothing mattered to me who else was there and what else was happening. And this will keep on happening till my last breathe & even after that..

My never ending gratitude to our adoptive sister for working in the same company where my BhaB’ee works, then making friends with her, inviting her to the party and letting us discover this Pearl in the form of human, sent on this planet. Thank you Very Much, Sister.

I am much more thankful to GOD’s aesthetic senses for gifting us with such extraordinary beauty and incredible innocence in a living form.         

And I’ll be always grateful to her mother with enormous respect and awe because she actually gave birth to my BhaB’ee.

 

YoYo GAL!

That's what i call her. That's precisely because of our mutual admiration towards the vogue in the nation "YO YO HONEY SINGH!" and once i entered the bay of our office and happened to call her by this name & it stuck, since, then. She loved it!

HHuhh! As I am working this night couldn’t easily recognize when was the last time i finished my work on time, it's my fourth month in this new organization and unfortunately it never happened. But today i was all geared up to spare some time & get back to write, all these days i missed doin' it. That's probably coz of limited access to internet or Boozin'.. haha! But the main reason was that my mind & heart couldn't find a resort, so i could jump into the pool of thoughts & bleed words. And suddenly few days ago it just hit me, this thought... 'What the hell on this earth is wrong with me?' 'This whole concentration & thought process has got no worth if it isn't utilized for one of the most beautiful & sexiest female alive on this earth!'              D A M N S T R A I G H T it hit me hard, REAL HARD! 

I was smitten by her, of course not on the first sight but eventually. Her beauty and her sex appeal are so strong that it took me many days to realize and recognize the absolute female in her. I remember the first day i met her in the office, this guy senior than me, introduce her to me by saying "here's the most beautiful & the Dream Girl in this office" though his phrasing wasn't correct, i really didn't pay attention to his wrong phrasing nor to her. It was then and now I’m writing for her!

Days passed and it just happened that we started to talk like we were friends since years and stuff like that. Going' on breaks together, sometimes she accompanied me downstairs for a smoke. And in that course every time we spent time together, the directorial functionality in me started slow motioning her and running her backward and forward for my visual pleasure. I do it often. Im writing this Blog, with the one and only purpose so as to impress her. It is intended by me as a love letter to her. She doesn't even know this that sometimes i just stare her and couldn’t take my eyes off her charm, her beauty her personality and her demeanor which is a new discovery for me.

I have had a crush on her right from the time I discovered the real 'her'. She'll always fascinate me.

 *DEAR READER :This is something beyond your weird & limited imagination of getting into relationships & proposing stuff. Its just i wanted to share how beautifully she ignites my thought process when i think of her & her beauty.

For lotta bums around in our office (and I’m sure about the guys around her outside the office) she's just a beauty personified, I could kill 'em just upon the very knowledge of the stretch of their weird imaginations about her. Agreed to the fact that this office lacks interesting faces & figures, but there really is something truly amazingly electrifying about YoYo. It’s not that there are no other females around. There are few, but YoYo is YoYo!

I could write books when it comes to terrific women and my experiences with'em. GOD I’m gifted, i could cherish those moments till my last breathe and even after that. Well this one dwelled in the deepest part of my heart, i figured out all these days that she's quite enthusiastic about Body Tattoos and already had one on her ‘flexor carpi ulnaris’ - muscle of her right forearm that acts to flex and adduct the hand (The only reason I’m exaggerating it is the pain i myself feel bad for she must've bore). And recently she got a tattoo made on her left wrist, below the palm..

 

Its in Punjabi language, meaning ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ, ‘Vāhigurū’ is a term most often used in Sikhism to refer to God, the Supreme Being or the creator of all.

What's so special about it was that she claims i was amongst those few people whom she sent the pic of that tattoo instantly after made.. When she said this to me, everything around me came to a halt, cold still! For a moment i was on the seventh sky. She is one of the most beautiful and the sexiest female God ever created and I think he doesn't create such exquisite pieces of art like her too often. And why the hell does she cares to show me the picture of her tattoo and asking me how does it look? I replied to her after three days. That was stupid of me.

Well YoYo, who the men of the entire office desired was suddenly left all alone in the world, few months ago till Jango stepped in to fill the vacuum.  Jango is a pseudonym i prefer to cite him.

So what if Jango has the real YoYo…? …. I have her captured as a terrific picture in the sanctum of my mind camera and as a divine angel in the heart of my celluloid dreams.

The next when I will pay respect to my God, it will be for creating YoYo.

                                                                                            

                                                                                           Love You Sweetheart,

                                              “ Keep YoYo-ing! “

                                                                                                                                                                

Im scared, but'll fight!

This decisive hour, this moment.. Everything's turnin' worse.. Why am i scared? Of what? Afraid of whom? Can't find an answer. Perhaps I dont need an answer. Shall i run away? or Face it? I'll face it but will be a coward at heart in my memories which'll haunt me to the end. I ask the Superior to give me strength to face it, to kill it. I know he's listening to me, My words, My urge is piercing his membrane. I know he'll give me what i am asking for, eventually will realise how he gave 'em all to me and how i took it. I dont want to be a coward. My blood should boil, but its chilled. I want to make this feeling, my weapon and sheild my honour. I wont bow my head, i wont fall on my knees, i'll WIN. No matter what, i will try till my last breathe. Who the fuck are you, to make me think like this? Take my words, i'll WIN. See.. im gaining strength. So i'll fight back, i wont be afraid of the results. Because HE will execute of what is going to happen. I know m right, he'll be with me. He'll guide me, he'll take care of me and the ones who has relied on me. Come let's fight, i'll wait but won't plan. I'll make you face me. I'll make you fell ashamed. Keep it comin' m waiting.I am ready to take it, 'coz i know i CAN and i will. Come you wanted to play rough, RIGHT? and i am ready now. 

You fuck with me, you'll fuck with the best, you can ever imagine! 

Since my first encounter with 'em!

Here are the Dialogues from some of my All-Time Favouriate Classic Movies, which held me mesmerized since my first encounter with 'em..!

Just wanted to share with y'all..

“You'll slap me? You slap me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.”

-   Rocky Sullivan (James Cagney, Angels with Dirty Faces 1938)

“Next time you roll a guy for his poke, make sure he don't know your hideout.”

-  Rocky Sullivan (James Cagney, Angels with Dirty Faces 1938)

“In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.”

Tony Montana (Al Pacino SCARFACE 1983)

“You think you can take me? You need a fucking army if you gonna take me!”

Tony Montana (Al Pacino SCARFACE 1983)

“Nothing exceeds like excess. You should know that, Tony.”

Elvira Hancock (Michelle Pfeiffer SCARFACE 1983)

“I never fucked anybody over in my life didn't have it coming to them. You got that? All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break them for no one.”

Tony Montana (Al Pacino SCARFACE 1983)

"Vijay Dinanath Chavan - poora naam, Baap ka naam- Master Dinanath Chavan, Maa ka naam- Sawashni Chavan.. Gaon- Mandva.. Umar- Chhatiss saal, nau mayna, aat'h din.. yeh.. solva ghanta chaalu hai.. hnaay!"

*Eng transltn : Vijay Dinanath Chavan - full name. Father's name, Master Dinanath Chavan. Mom's name, Sawashni Chavan. Village, Mandva. Age, 36 years, 9 months, 8 days. We are in the 16'th hour.

Vijay Dinanath Chavan (Amitab Bacchhan - Agneepath 1990)

"Kehne ko yeh shehar hai, sirf kehne ko ... par idhar jungle ka kanoon chalta hai, maaloom? Jungle ka.., Cheeti ko bisturia khaa jata hai, bisturia ko mendakk.. mendakk ko saanp nigall jata hai, nerola saanp ko maarta hai, bhedia nerole ka khoon choos leta hai, sherr bhediye ko chaba jata hai.. idharrr.. har taaqatwar apne se kam ko maar kar jeeta hai.. maaloom? maar kar!"

*Eng transltn : This is a city only in name. But laws of jungle prevail here. The housefly eats microbes. The frog eats the housefly. The snake eats the frog. The mongoose kills the snake. The fox sucks the blood of the mongoose. The lion chews-up the fox. Here, every powerfull being lives by killing the one weaker than himself.

Vijay Dinanath Chavan (Amitab Bacchhan - Agneepath 1990)

“Apne dhande mein wohi jeetta hai ... joh pehla haath marta hai”

*Eng transltn : The one who wins in our business ... takes the first hand

Satya (J.D.Chakravarthy - Satya 1998)

"Dushman se agar fayda ho to ... to usko apna dost banalo"

*Eng transltn : If you see a profit from the enemy ... then make him your friend

Kaancha Cheena (Danny Dezongpa- Agneepath 1990)

"Hamare dhande mein ek galati ko maaf karna ... usse bhi badi galati hai"

*Eng transltn : In our business to forgive one mistake ... is a bigger mistake

Malik (Ajay Devgan - Company 2002)

"Maut se zyada ... maut ka darr kaam ka hai"

*Eng transltn : More than death ... the scare of death is useful

Malik (Ajay Devgan - Company 2002)

THE ONLY GIRL WHOM I HAD AND WILL, CALL FOREVER…

It was raining that day. The Auto Rickshaw, I was in, almost reached the station. As I got out of it, and paid my fare to the driver, what struck me then, dissolved me for years….

The day was 26^th September, 2007.  Around 12:00 p.m.

She was wearing a Pink colored dress and appeared like the Most Gorgeous girl on this earth. What a beauty? I thought to myself. At once I was swept over by a wave of her ecstatic splendor. Had a chance to spend some time with her that day, My Treasurable Moment for lifetime!

Following that day, I’ve never found any girl so fascinating. Falling for her was certain. It was then, it all started.. My Inner Battle with the three components of love, ‘Intimacy – Passion – Commitment’ . They taught me all. And I’d be glad for this to her till my last breathe and even after that. 

It has been six years, so long, but every time I find it very exciting when we decide to meet. I start thinking of what clothes i should wear? How should I fix my hair? And stuff like that… as if we are meeting for the first time. I remember once I told her this thing, but I doubt she believed me.  I was always mesmerized by her Eyes that stared at me so intently in lonesome times. It was my easiest way to figure out her frame of mind.  As they say, ‘the eyes.. they never lie’.  Her Hair, it’s like a beautiful mountain of curls, just as, I dreamed to burn my nose in ‘em, since my childhood. She has such an enticing Voice, that it led me hear it over sleepless nights.  Above all, it was the Color of her Skin, which allured me the most.

I still love to recall the day we went to watch her favorite Shah Rukh Khan’s  ‘Om Shanti Om’  in Sapna Theatre in 07’, along with some of our common friends. I was sitting a seat away from her in the first half of the movie and pleaded to G O D and regimented a friend who was already sitting next to her, just to get a chance to sit her side. I could just tell by the way we both were relating that there was some connection whatsoever. And I felt it when I sat next to her, there was something between us. There was an impulse we both were following. So that gave me the right to come and sit next to her without taking her permission or thinking of her resisting. Otherwise I never would have felt that I had the right to do so. I never would have had the courage to talk to her. It’s one of the most valued moments of my life with her.

Whenever this song called “Ankhon mein teri.. Ajab si, Ajab si, adaayein hain!” was played, no matter where i was .. Arrival into a Whimsy World was inevitable. Such impact she had on me. I went crazy for her just like a fan becomes for his Star, just as in the Movie itself -‘Om Shanti Om’ . She was my ‘Shanti Priya’, She is still a STAR for me!

The most beautiful girl who made me Renounce the world around me. Whose absence isn’t strange to me, because I know she’s always close to me.  Whose name I call every single day, and I know, at times she thinks of me…

‘Someday everything might be forgotten, but my memories with you will be valued forever’

One of the most Wonderful & Humane Person I’ve met on this universe…

The only girl whom I had and will, call forever….

                               My Gorgeous

Ashiqui2 - How it started..

We have this habit,  since our college days,  of planning to watch certain movies (of mutual interest) in advance of their release dates, like we constantly keep doing it before weeks, and sometimes months! I remember a friend of mine joined me at a BAR, after returing from office, and first thing he did was, put the headset

The Tryst with SATYA!

On 3rd July 1998 a phenomenon took place that changed the face of Indian Cinema forever, that phenomenon folks was Ram Gopal Varma's hard-hitting underworld drama SATYA, a near star-less film which solely on the basis of Anurag Kashyap and Saurabh Shukla's script blew the entire nation away rightly staking their claim in Bollywood History.

The message of SATYA comes across loud and clear- “CRIME NEVER PAYS” and while a number of movies in the past has presented the issue, Bollywood was still to be introduced to the “underworld” genre in the truest sense as with the exception of Vidhu Vinod Chopra's flawless PARINDA (1989) a complete gangster film had never been presented before with such searing reality and slice-your-nerves brutality.

The movie revolves around Vidya (Ramu's blue-eyed dream girl Urmila Mantondkar as deglamourized as you get yet still managing to look stunning) who is an unemployed singer who comes from a very poor family, living with her mom and disabled dad. During a rainy night, there is a power outage, and she seeks the assistance of a neigbor, Satya (a wooden Chakravarthy who manages to leave a vapourizing effect without actually doing much, but more on that later), who helps her out. Satya and Vidya become friendly. Things begin to change rapidly for Vidya, as she gets hired by a prominent music director, and develops her relationship with Satya, who she plans to marry soon. Satya tells her that he will be relocating for employment to Dubai, U.A.E., and will receive a hefty salary, which will assist them get settled after marriage. Her delight with this news turns to horror when the police enter her house to question her about Satya, who according to them is a hitman in a criminal gang, and who is wanted for 17 homicides, including that of the Commissioner Amod Shukla (Paresh Rawal). The truth of Satya's true identity shatters Vidya who never wants to see him again. Despite the cops being hot on the trail of Satya, he makes it to Vidya's apartment one final time, but is it too late?

It would be an understatement to say that the script is the soul of SATYA. Kashyap and Shukla together weave a near immaculate macro-level view of Mumbai's underworld. Part love story, part male-bonding, part brutal actioner and part nail-biting thriller SATYA is a film which is almost impossible to categorize in to a genre simply because the film is a sense a revolution that it CREATES the genre. Without a doubt SATYA changed the way directors made Indian films. Right from the lingo, style of direction, characters, milieu, setting and dialogues SATYA set the benchmark for what a gangster film should be like.

The screenplay is racy and keeps the perfect balance between the budding romance and graphic violence. Unlike American gangster movies from the 80s which SATYA and COMPANY (2002) remind me of somewhat, Varma’s movies are more philosophically ambitious and do something more difficult: they manage to be moral without moralizing. And differently than Coppola’s GODFATHER trilogy, where people seem born into a life of crime, Varma shows them becoming criminals and the results of the choices they’ve made. One of the biggest strengths of the film is the characters that it portrays, the everyday quality that Varma gives his gangsters, and the manner in which he depicts their “personal lives as truly an eye-opener and sets SATYA apart from anything else that has been done in the genre prior.
Even from the point of view of entertainment, SATYA is a riveting film which leaves the viewer hardly any space to breathe making it one of the most relentless thrillers of our time. Varma is too well aware of the essential ingredients needed in a Bollywood film hence manages to juxtapose comedy and romance in to the narrative. His flair for dark comedy and street-wise jokes is hilarious and eye-opening at the same time.

Often I feel Ram Gopal Varma is a director who isnt aware of WHAT he's actually making at the time, whether what he's making is good or bad, classic or â disaster. Which clearly explains why the same man who made SATYA also made RGV KI AAG (2007)? SATYA came at a time when Ram Gopal Varma was still trying to make his impression on the Indian market. Though RANGEELA (1995) had left a significant impact, he still hadn't delivered anything since. SATYA was a surprising turn too as it was closer to Varma's debut film SHIVA (1989) in it's realism than it was to his musical ode to love RANGEELA.

Whereas lots of reviews compare SATYA with Quentin Tarantino's RESERVOIR DOGS (1992), it’s to my mind more influenced by Scorcese and De Palma : the very eighties and emphatic score, the virtuosity of the camera moves, the grotesque allure of the gangsters in the movie. And there’s of course the character of Satya, his low profile contrasting with other gangsters, the idea of the guy coming from nothing and making it big in a poor area of the city through crime, his very moving love story, the fight between moral conscience and desire to stay at the top. Yes, we’ve seen this before in gangsters movies but it’s been adapted to Indian reality, the movie showing the links between thugs and politics and cinema. And the theme of the police damned if they act damned if they do nothing is interesting too.

That Varma is a fan of Scorcese cannot be doubted, and the various bouts of conversations and interactions between the characters laced with pulpified violence is ample proof of that, India's answer to GOODFELLAS (1990)? YES! But in another strange way this is a rather twisted and dark version of Raj Kapoor's SHREE 420 (1955) which was also about a man who comes to Mumbai to strike it rich only to be sucked in by the city's darker side to find redemption at the end.

That Varma followed this up with COMPANY later is ample proof that man is a bona-fide genius. Despite the failure of something like AAG, one shouldn't forget that often a director is only as good as his script, and I've always felt Varma has always been best doing something original be it SATYA, COMPANY, KAUN (1999) or RANGEELA. Inspiration, now that's another thing

The performances in SATYA became an instant cult phenomenon as India cheered for its new  National Hero-Bhikhu Mhatre, a role model for the youth! This is perhaps the first performance in Indian cinema that made me draw an instant parallel to Late Amjad Khan Saab's immortal performance in Ramesh Sippy's SHOLAY (1975). The pure mass appeal, the spontaneity, the rugged naturalness, the animal-like ferocity and pure terror yet an ability to be instantly amiable and relate to the viewer as well. Bajpai delivers a performance that I hold in the highest of regards, and comes out trumps. When the movie was conceived, the role was written for Akshaye Khanna who wasn't able to do the film, and by a pure stroke of luck Bajpai landed the role. To say Manoj Bajpai is born to act is an understatement, the man talks to the camera inhibited, confident and with naturalness each and every time he's on-screen. From his violent outbursts to his rom-com with his wife this is a character that will always remain unforgettable simply because this is the kind of histrionics one expects actors like Pacino, De Niro and Bachchan to pull off not a rank newbie..  \

"Mumbai ka K I N G kaun? BHEEKHU MHATRE!"

As much as I have a weakness for Chakravarthys character and everything he stands for, I dislike Chakravarthy's performance equally. My first impression of Chakravarthy was so little that I instantly disregarded his performance completely blown away by Bajpai and Shukla. As the years went by, with countless re-watches the performance itself has also grown on me, and I realize why Chakravarthy acts like the un-dead. SATYA came from nowhere, we never find out what he used to do? Where he comes from? What his family did or where his parents are(though he does tell Vidya (Main ek anaath hoon)? But do we take his word for it? In the initial fight sequence with Bhikhu Mhatre we can easily tell Satya is a far more dangerous man whom even Bhikhu accepts readily knowing that he's met his match. That gives somewhat of an indication that whatever SATYA has been through to make him this motionless Zombie is far worse than the world which he's actually living in The moments when SATYA starts regaining his humanity and realizes that he in-fact does feat death are astonishing, and Chakravarthy in the one scene at the beach where he tells Bhikhu 'kyun ke main oose shaadi karma chahta hoon' speaks volumes of Chakravarthy's talent. And the problem I have with 

Chakravarthy isn't a new one, in some ways it's similar to what I felt about Irrfan Khan in MAQBOOL (2003) and Ajay Devgan in OMKARA (2006).

Urmila is an absolute knock-out. This was probably the first time I realized that Urmila can actually act, and she delivers such a natural performance. She proves in an instant that she's an actress of worth, and her portrayal of Vidya, a symbol of everything that is true and beautiful in this world is unmatched. Her searching eyes often speak louder than any dialogue delivered.

Saurabh Shukla is a revelation, the roly-poly actor is such a bundle of talent, and whom usesh is physical traits to full effect. Shukla's screen presence is scene-chewing, and he goes through a gamut of emotions with flawless precision. His chemistry with Bajpai is outstanding and their scenes together are priceless.

Shefali Shah as Mrs Bhikhu Mhatre was mind-blowing. The kind of chemistry she shares with Bhikhu was an eye-opener and it would be fair to say Mrs Shah LIVES her part and becomes the character. Just witness the restaurant or the scene where she slaps Bhikhu.

Govind Namdeo exudes fear as Bhau! This terrific actor holds his own. Makrand Deshpande as Advocate Chandrakant Mule and Jeeva as Jagga are natural to the core. Snhela Dhabhal as Chander is haunting. Aditya Srivastav as Inspector Khandilkar is stunning, and delivers a fearless performance. Paresh Rawal in a short cameo is a knockout as expected.

Varma has incorporated Vishal Bharadwaj's beautiful songs as a part of the narrative by displaying them as a Broadway like stage-show. SAPNI ME MILTE HAI and GOLI MAARO have since then found a cult following, and the songs picturization remain an innovative piece of work. The soulful BAADALON SE and deeply romantic TU MERE PAAS BHI HAI are aptly fitted in to the proceedings.
Sandeep Chowta's background music is quiet easily one of the finest background scores I've heard in my entire life. Moody, sombre, atmospheric and often a character in itself.

Technically the movie is a pinnacle of perfection in Indian cinema. Mazhar Kamran's cinematography LIVES in each and every frames and breaths like a camera. Kamrans captures the gritty bylanes of Mumbai's underbelly with an undefining passion.

"All in all SATYA remains an outright classic, and one I shall visit ever year like I've been doing since it's release almost 10 years ago."

S A L U D E!