CHOR by @i.justh
Sometimes things are just meant to be and the song CHOR, i feel has played hide and seek with us. Sometimes we understood the vision, sometimes not. Such a difficult song to execute. The lyrics are just next level. I fell in love with the song the moment i heard it some years ago.
I am blessed i got to direct and edit CHOR as the process of shooting it blew my mind.
I met @i.justh after years in Banaras. Hugged and just smiled and spoke about our lives for a bit and then spoke about the song.
How do we execute it?
We decided to surrender. We found a boat. We shot the song and here we are.
CHOR is not a song for me. Its an energy. It is spiritual.
The shoot has been one of the most enlightening, elevating and liberating experience for me.
kar de mujhe aazad :)
written, composed and performed by @i.justh
cinematography by @neill_jain
grade by @colorkaar
production by @pushkarbatra
associate director and love @dhwanikaryeah
music arrangements and production by @chaitanyaya
mixing and mastering by @vaibhavahujates
recorded and mixed at @bchillstudios
special thanks @sumitbuchasia
.. these pictures of january. its been 3 months but i still remember that evening and smile. in the world of so much going on, so many distractions, a beautiful evening spent with my nani (baa) and mami (kesar ba), was everything.
we decided to play cards as they loved it. we had poker coins but they insisted on having 10 to 20 rs notes as the ‘feel of playing with real money is different’. there were fights, arguments, loads of fun and happiness. i was back to the innocent and simpler times.
note to myself and may be all: try and spend time with the people who love us. it is the real feeling in this world of 20 second happiness ❤️
.. Ozu’s Grave.
My visit to the grave was quite an experience. I took a 50-minute train ride from Tokyo to Kamakura. It took me a while—actually, quite a long time—to find his grave. Ozu’s grave is a bit tricky to spot and reach.
There was almost nobody around the area.
I walked outside and asked an old lady who was standing there, looking at the Engaku-ji temple. I used Google Translate to ask her. She replied, saying it’s not allowed to go around the graves.
I thought to myself, “Bucket List, 50-minute train, 5-minute walk… should I go back, just offer a general prayer, or go and find the grave?!”
I Googled Ozu’s grave, and found a vlog that explained, step by step—picture by picture—how to reach it. Finally, I arrived, with a lot of hyper energy and a little stress...
And there was Ozu. Probably smiling at me and I found solace. It was kind of cathartic. Peaceful. Divine.
His grave was marked only by a single kanji character: 無 (mu), which stands for “nothing” or “nothingness.” It comes from a quote by a Nanjingese monk from the early 20th century, who said, “We must sincerely accept the gust of wind that blows on that ‘nothingness,’ for the stone has not yet broken.”
There were numerous bottles of sake and money in various currencies. Inspired, I took out my wallet and placed a 500-rupee note there… :D And of course, a rose.
Ozu, thank you—for the movies, the artistic vision, and the philosophies. A quest for truth through silence.
