Iqbal

I found Iqbal quite moving. The fact that the protagonist was a deaf mute had nothing to do with it, neither did the triumph of the spirit aspect of the film.

The film manages to catch the feeling of what its like to be in the middle of the cricket ground (not one packed with cheering fans) , the stillness that engulfs one in the centre, the sound your own heart beating, the smell of trimmed grass, the sound of the ball hitting the middle of the willow.

What I liked was the kid who could run up to wooden stumps and try and bowl in front of a makebelief audience all day long. Reminds one of what its like to chase a dream and what it is to have dreams. Dreams that do not always materialise but in retrospect one is always glad to have had them.

Big Prints

I think that Mukul takes excellent pictures.

He feels that its merely the large prints.

He is a modest guy, with a lot to be modest about.