Om Returns Home – Poster and Synopsis

 

Meet Raj ! The name you must have heard,

A simple town boy, since school a big time nerd !

Introducing Naina, his childhood crush,

Every time he saw her, he would blush !

 

But Naina loved someone else ! Aww… what fate…

 They were best friends…but in love he was late…

And so his depression…led him to lose his mind…

He didn’t notice that rash driver…coming from behind…

In hospital, was made…a promise to be kept…

“Rohit , in this life Naina is yours … but in next life and life-long she will be mine…”

And so Raj died…and Naina wept…

But for love stories one lifetime is not enough as they say…

20 years later, Raj returned as Om (Surprise, Surprise!!), one fine day…

And then he searched for Naina … as he remembered her again…

Tried to find her everywhere…but no success… alas he searched in vain…

At last he found her (the climax begins)…she too had been waiting for him…

20 yr old Om met Naina (not too old, only 55 she seemed!)

But will the age difference matter, when their hearts were one…

Rohit was dead long back, so Naina was single… waiting for someone…

The question remains will they unite now or not…

Was Naina indeed the destiny …that Om really sought?

To see where this epic of love ends… do visit theatres this Jan…

And watch “Om Returns Home” starring Shahrukh Khan!!

 

[Coming soon: Om Returns Home – The Trailer]

Rebirth

 

Klash’s latest word is Rebirth. (http://klashknk.wordpress.com/)

The great philosopher poet Prof. Richard Devendra Das, who knows it all, finally decided to speak on this mystifying subject of re-incarnation and I was one of the privileged ones to hear his entire speech.

Though his entire speech is worth re-mentioning its too long to fit in the disk space WordPress provides ( far longer than Mahesh Bhatt’s uninterrupted speech).

Therefore I re-produce here (with permission and lots of royalty paid) the most important part of his poetic philosophical speech – his own account of the reason of his re-birth (and past birth’s death).

Yes re-births happen for a reason – for reference see Om Shanti Om, Karan Arjun, Karz, Karz- Himesh Version {at your own risk}, Ab Ke Baras {Not my problem if you haven’t heard of it}.

Following is an excerpt from the speech of the esteemed philosopher poet Prof. Richard Devendra Das.The speech was delivered at a private gathering and this is only part of the speech ever re-produced.

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Rebirths happen for a reason, my reason is fame
Which I rightly deserved in last life…never received the same
A struggling writer I was whose writings people never read
Nowhere to success this profession lead
So one fine day dejected I was
From writing I decided to take a permanent pause
And gifted my new writings to a student I had
Willy S. they called him…his writing was sad
The rest is history, he stole my work and rose to fame
When I confronted him, he used my own line, "What’s in a name?"
Whether it’s your work or mine…it’s all the same…
That day I committed suicide and to this existence I have since came!!

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Cheat!

 

Monday night, 1 am – 32 hrs before the exam

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Dude!” whispered Abhinav. ’ Why did I agree to this? ’ He wondered. Arnab always came up with the most dangerous ideas.

“Relax Abhinav, everything will be fine. We are just stealing one set of question paper. And if you don’t panic so much, everything will go smoothly.”

Walking in the darkness, they tip toed to Prof. Sharma’s classroom. The question papers will be sealed but they had all the equipment ready. Arnab always planned out everything. The bribe for the security guard had worked. There was no one inside the college at this hour to catch them. Yes indeed, it was a perfect plan.

Arnab broke the seal, took one set of question paper and resealed the package with the lac he had brought. Abhinav kept a watch and prayed that things go fine. He knew he wouldn’t pass without knowing the questions beforehand. This was indeed his last hope. In the quiet darkness of the night two lads walked away with the question paper for Wednesday’s exam.

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Tuesday morning – 2 pm – 19 hrs before exam

“But it’s not right, Sir!” argued Prof. Sharma. “Don’t be so conscientious Mr. Sharma, it’s for the college’s good. We have to please our trustees you know. Mr. Nath’s daughter must pass this exam”, said the Principal.

“But Sir…”

“No buts…I wouldn’t have troubled you, but it so happened that the question paper I provided her with was not the one which was eventually set for the exam. Mr. Mehta’s mistake I believe. But the papers can be reprinted. So I am sending the peon with this new sheet containing the questions I gave her to study and please discard the old set of question papers…”

The walk under moonlight

 

A beautiful night it was…
The full moon gleaming over the city of London…
No stars that night…
The moon seemed more beautiful this way….

She decided to go for a walk…
A walk under the moonlight…
Contemplating on days went by….
The day she first met “Him”
The day he proposed her…

Their romantic date together…
Tomorrow she will be married to him…
And so her thoughts moved on….
When suddenly she DIED!!

….. Jack the Ripper ‘ripped’ another victim under the moonlight.

Fragments…

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The journey is over,
Footprints left behind,
Of ease to another wanderer,
Hopefully his way, he will find!!

The sun’s still burning, the moon’s still bright,
Through dark forests, the guiding source of light.
A light of hope, to conflict with a fear undefined…
A new tale to tell, with  new random twists lined..

A tale of love, a tale of fate…
Of a love unfinished, of its conversion to hate…
Of a lover betrayed by the one he loved,
Of pieces of rocks in exchange of a heart being shoved.

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Life seems a Chessboard….
The Pawns are going Nowhere…
The King was Dead long back….
And the Queen doesn’t even Care…

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Another victory, another loss,
Another coin, Another toss,
Another heads or tails situation,
Another obsession, Another fixation!!!

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At loss he was….
With words that night…
When she came all of sudden…
An unexpected sight…

He tried to write…
But couldn’t anymore…
Wordless he was…
Quitted writing therefore…

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Foreign!! — (Klash entry for ‘India’)

International Watch Shop, Naya Bazaar, YKW (you know where!!!)

Here Sir… A perfect Swiss make

“Too expensive… ahem… I mean too extravagant design…I need something subtle you know …”

Yes sir, I have just the thing for you, a watch ‘made in China’. Only Rs. 20

“Too cheap. Look money is not an issue and I don’t want Chinese watch. Show me a nice foreign watch.”

Sure sir, here’s a French one, an Italian make and this one’s a latest English watch…

“This looks good”

Good choice sir… it’s the latest design, just arrived today morning from London …

In the basement…

“Put these London packs. Mark these as Swiss. Make sure you don’t leave any old labels affixed …”

Mon Ami

Dear Joe,

Hi,

Yeah, I know you will be angry with me.

You kept writing letters and I never replied to one.

Yes it’s my fault; I failed to keep in touch.

Its not that I had forgotten you, it’s just a busy life you know.

Over time, even you stopped writing letters to me; you must have been fed up of me not replying to you.

I remember our college days, when we were the best of friends. We still are, aren’t we? Distance doesn’t break friendships.

Let’s meet up and revive the old times. I will be coming to UK next month for a week’s holiday. I know you will be glad to meet me and so am I. See you soon.

Your friend,

Sam

P.S.: I have decided to spend the maximum time possible with you while I stay there, so I haven’t made any hotel bookings. I will stay at your home.

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Sam thought over it for minute. True, Joe was his best friend once, but over time they had lost contact. For last two years he hadn’t heard a word from him. But then again, Joe was one of those emotional guys. He will never forget old friends. Free accommodation in UK for a week was done.

A few days afterwards he received a letter.

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Mr. Sam,

Sorry to inform you, but your dear friend Joe died two years back. Since he stayed alone and had no family members, his house was auctioned and I am the new owner of this house. I understand your grief and hope that you come over it soon. May God bless your good friend’s soul.

Yours truly…

Mr. Arthur Alright

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Sam sighed. “There goes my trip”

Or perhaps not!

Why UK…why not France!

Time to write another letter…

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Mon Ami Julian…

Penelope

Take 1

“Honey, I am home. What’s for dinner?”
“Lasagna”
“You never told me you can make Lasagna. Hope you haven’t put mushrooms.”
“Yes I know…you told me about your fungal allergy long back”
“Hmm… by the way, I met John Cruz today, your old college friend”
“Oh really, how is he? Where did you meet him? “
“At Crossword. He is studying Homer’s work. We had an interesting conversation regarding you.”
“You did?”
“Yes about your name. It implies “faithfulness”. I didn’t know the meaning until now.”
“Hmm…have your dinner its getting cold”

And so Penelope served the mushroom filled lasagna to him acting against what her name implied. Soon she will have his wealth and her love…John.

Et Tu Penelope….

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Take 2

Reporters conversing at a book launch…

“Psst…, any clue what’s the book plot?”
“No idea, the press release contained only the title of the book – Penelope”
“Guess it’s a controversial plot. The writer is a debutante – perhaps that’s why the publishers were silent about the plot. Adds to the hype”
“Yes, it’s all to create hype. Perhaps the story is the biography of a woman of substance”
“I think it’s a thriller, perhaps the main protagonist is Penelope, the victim of some crime”
The writer arrives…
Amidst many questions he raises his voice, “Firstly a clarification about an error: The title is not “Penelope” its “Pen Elopes”. The story is about a pen eloping with a whitener against family opposition…”

Faraway

Take 1 – Year 2001

He relaxed once he had boarded Flight 77. 5 years back he had arrived in Washington, with the hope of having a decent job. But destiny awaited something else. He was now a classified thief but had no regrets. Soon he will be faraway from the clutches of the law. He was heading off to Los Angeles from where he will catch a flight to India. The DC Police will never find him in a random village of India. He will assume a new identity, buy land in partnership with landlords he had heard of and live a life of ease. He will soon be faraway from them all.

September 11, 2001 would be the day of his freedom.

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Take 2 – Year 2008

He landed at the airport. Freedom at last. Soon he will be faraway from the clutches of law. In three days he will leave Mumbai and the DC police will never find him in a random village of India. His friend will meet him in a high-class hotel, ready with the dollars he had stolen converted in Indian rupees. It was a tough scam, but success was achieved. He was rich and faraway from law. A new life awaited him ahead. He caught a cab and reached his hotel. So far so good. “Welcome Sir, your room is ready, please sign here.” The fake passport worked. He signed the register.

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The Taj Mahal Palace Guest Register
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26/11/2008 – Peter Williams

The Library

He sat in the library, unfurling pages many,
His eyes moving around, seeking known faces any…
There she sat ahead of him, the face he sought,
He reminded himself, think of her, he must not.

She saw him too, a glance intense,
Ignorance, though, was now a well-made pretence..
He was used to her ignorance, he ignored her too…
Though he always longed for such chance meetings few.

Her presence was pleasure, pain …a conversation of eyes…
Of conceiving the truth with a mask of lies…
Thus, life moved on, a tryst of desires untold…
Leaving a random past behind, of memories and secrets never to unfold!!