Date : Sept 30, 2014
Subject : Your Chutzpah.
My dear Vishal,
Firstly, thank you for inviting me to watch Haider last night. Thank you for thinking of me. Let me tell you that you robbed me of my sleep last night. Your chutzpah had me awestruck, wondrously grateful and might I sheepishly admit, slightly envious.
Did you really write Haider? Or did you actually paint it? Those paintings of Kashmir and its people refuse to leave me. The characters in your chutzpah – where did they come from? Your mind or your heart? Did I witness poetry last night? Or was it cinema as it was meant to be but has ceased to be?
I’m now tormented by the pain of your world. I am overcome with Haider’s plight. I can feel Ghazala’s dilemma. I am still swept by the unspoken truth in Arshia’s sparkling eyes. The landscape that you painted, is a Kashmir I have never seen before. There is so much beauty yet so much melancholy. There is so much music in the silence of that stunning paradise. I can sing praises for your performers, for the impeccable casting, for the cinematography, for the gentle editing, for the seamless screenplay, for the mellifluous dialog, for the choreography, for the costumes, for the authenticity of the language used by your characters but I would hate to recount my experience with such mortal, hence limited measures of brilliance. Real brilliance cannot be quantified. Real brilliance cannot be compartmentalized or presented in bullet form. I will, therefore, not use my meager knowledge to dumb down what is truly a spiritual experience.
Dear Vishal, it is rare that a film can actually make somebody as egoistic as me feel so humbled, so moved. I witnessed a grand spectacle last night, a feat I thought our cinema was incapable of achieving. I became part of an operatic journey that transformed me. After Haider, I don’t think I will ever be the same director I used to be. The change, I hope, will be for the better. The change, I hope, will have me thanking you forever.
Nevertheless, thank you for Haider. Thank you for making a sleepless night so fulfilling. Thank you for a meditative experience. Thank you for the chutzpah!
Lots of love,
Hansal.
PS : I must tell you that watching Haider last night made me lament your absence in my life as a music composer. Your music is special. Give me more.
Hansal mehta 
After reading ur ‘post’ I can’t wait to see Haider! Congrats to Vishal in advance. – Pappa
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hoping this is not just another gimmick.
A movie by Vishal Bhardwaj can have the potential to make the viewer so intense… hope the writer of this article is not getting carried away… and it is a movie really worth watching…
So Looking forward….Haider Haider Haider
I think the character comes to his heart from the Khasmiri’s peoples’ heart.
It is a wonderful movie..but your lack of sleep could have been avoided had you simply aquainted yourself with Hamlet.
Vishal Bhardwaj
When a kashmiri Pandit was killed on the road, it
was some HAIDER SHOOTING THE BULLET.When
a kashmiri pandit women was raped and cut on
saw mill, it was some HAIDER RAPING HER AND
CUTTING HER INTO PIECES.When a kashmiri
pandit nurse was raped andthrown from the third
floor, It was some HAIDER WHO RAPED
HER.When a kashmiri pandit couple was
threatened and husband was killed and wife was
made to eat those blood drenched rice, it was
some HAIDER WHO KILLED AND, FORCED
EATING OF BLOOD DRENCHED RICEWhen a dying
kashmiri pandit asked for water,it was few
HAIDERS WHO CLAPPED AND SPAT ON
HIM.Vishal, don’t tell us about HAIDERS,we have
seen these savages before you even started
handling a camera.
boo fucking hoo
Make a fucking film about pandits then.
Its a fucking work of fiction set three years post insurgency.
My mother is a pandit from hubbakadal, she loved the movie.
But thats perhaps because shes not illititerate enough to be used for right wing propaganda as other gullible fucking kashmiri pandits are about this film.
What a wonderful letter ! Hansal sir you’re a great director, and so is Vishal. I just can’t wait to see Haider, seems like the masterpiece of the year.
Love from France
When i watched this movie twice, i had these two things in my mind:
1) Had Vishal Bhardwaj been front of me, i would have felt like to do sashtang dandvat pranam.
2) It was a pure meditation. That experience or desperate urge to lose one self into a greater reality which is more encompassing and accommodating. An experience to belong.
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