September 12, 2010

Entry Restricted. Exit Prohibited

I entered the University gate to the sounds of a Policeman announcing the potential danger awaiting those who may enter the campus unprepared and unaware of the intrinsic dangers associated with such places.

The security at the gate was massive. Except for harmless looking pedestrians every thing which entered the University had to go through an elaborate search procedure wherein the Cars had to expose their boot space and the Bikers their Faces to the naked eyes of the Security Men.

Me with my black College bag slinging sloppily from my shoulder was the last object they would pay attention to. Inconspicousness has been a striking trait residing in my behaviour ( only in dangerous situations) ever since I was a kid. 

As I passed the heavily guarded gates I could see the vehicle owners waiting impatiently to prove their innocence even as the Cops were suspiciously hovering around the cars and giving full attention to the inmates .

The scene of the road which lay beyond me was quite interesting as well. Anti-Riot vehicles with MMG guns mounted on top were snailing the path and this fact hardly seemed unnatural to the people I happened to encounter on the road. 

The road which cuts at a right angle brought into view an even more absorbing scene as I proceeded closer to my Departmental Building. One both the sides were the marquees of various political groups each attended to by a half a dozen Policemen.

A conscientious soul and careful gaze would have failed to spot a single reasonable soul sitting there.  That doesn't mean there weren't any. It just means that no conscientious should have seen one.

Marching past the battalion like arrangements one felt a little self conscious . Each eye ball sitting inside the Cloth Tent was sizing you up as a potential voter . I saw one of the groups smiling condescending towards me as one of my classmates whispered something into their ears which enhanced my value in their eyes. 

By the time I crossed the entire stretch I was feeling like a hapless consumer wading through the congested Consumer fair where people take upon themselves the solemn responsibility to make the lives of their fellow brethren a little less comfortable.

The entire journey from the gate to my department lasted but 7 minutes (including the 30 seconds I spent standing still and deliberating as to which side of the road should I walk on;I eventually decided to start with the right and and on the left and covered the last 30 metres walking alongside the road divider ).

 

August 24, 2010

Daily Soaps and their side effects-PART 1

I have never been an avid fan or viewer of daily soaps. The mere prospect of watching a stretched out story running into years of moribund drag gives me the willies. But I don't govern Public opinion and uptill this date the public has rarely paid heed to whatever little I've ever had to say. I am quite satisfied with my situation,though I would not mind if the public started lending their overworked ears to my sparingly utilized thoughts.

Today I would like to devote sometime to a handful of such soaps which have made my existence a little less comfortable . These stalwarts are "Jhansi Ki Rani" aired on Zee TV. Emotional Atyachaar and similar shows aired on "Hep" Youth targeting channels...and lastly Talent Hunt shows..ranging from from the clone army of singing talent shows to general talent shows.

Jhansi Ki rani

This show is the embodiment of everything sordid, typical and ridiculous about our entertainment industry and also our culture as a people. The show dishes out an elaborate account in the early life of Laxmi Bai , one of the heroines of our long Independence struggle. It was as if the writer smitten by the concept of voyeurism in his past life (contemporary to that of Laxmi Bai) had planted secret cameras in and around the dwelling house and scene of activities of The Patriot and hence had obtained an in depth view of her life in first person perspective.

If this were not the case then I am not sure how anyone could have known what was happening in the lady's life , before she rose to fame . I am sure she didn't have any private secretary who had been commissioned to chronicle her daily life in minute details.

The show does more harm to the Indian Reputation than Bollywood has ever been able to inflict.
I mean in their effort to reconcile the show with the scheming soaps of the day they have proved beyond doubt that in the absence of in house Indian conspirators The British would have failed to establish their rule and flaunt their clout in our Country. The series is infested with hatred directed towards the firangi in it's dialogues , although the plot and script signify otherwise. It also boasts of the most pathetic art direction I have scene in the recent times. The King Gangadhar looks more like a cheap sidekick in an 80's fantasy flick than a member of 19th century royalty. For God's sake, even Rakhi Sawant has more style than the on screen Raja.

The Costumes of the Firangis and the Firangi actors themselves are outrageously funny. Funny hats, useless gowns and an insignia not remotely in sync with the union jack.

The series has set new standards for nonsensical writing.

The show has had episodes which were rip offs from equally dubious (historically speaking) movies like Jodha Akhbar, yes I am talking about the movie where the entire star cast below the age of 40 had come straight out from a rigorous work out session in Solaris.

Another thing which has never failed to amaze me, I don't know why it doesn't bamboozle the audience, is how can people wear those hideously thick layers of clothing in Tropical climate.

A single helping of this show shall force even the most erudite scholar of History to question his knowledge. The show has distorted history to such an extent that the warning preceding the show calling it a work of fiction seems insufficient to absolve it's makers of any liability which may arise due to their epic creation.


Parts 2 and 3 (if needed) shall follow soon







August 19, 2010

Weather,Climate and The state of affairs.

India , technically has 5 seasons. Summer, Winter,Monsoons, Autumn and Spring. It is another thing that at any given time in our country no season ever lives up to it's name or showcases a benevolent side of it's diverse set of personalities.
It is always too hot, too cold, too dry, too wet, too long, too short , too imperfect to be labelled as any single season.

The summers for example often take up the time allotted to Spring and then themselves get vanquished by the rains which if they do appear often eclipse Autumn as well and if they don't , well then we have a "too long" spell of summer . Both spring and autumn for that matter , being the more tolerable seasons , never infringe anybody's space or right thus shortening their stay on earth. Many people would rather have them play truant and invade summer time and winters, and monsoons than be fictitious gentlemen in an ungentlemanly game.

Winter , of late has made up a lot of ground in our country. Traditionally a region tormented by heat, the cold has emerged as the next best tormentor with fog, frost and no sun marking the winter months. Winters however rarely take up other's time .

Then of course we have another issue here. If it rains well we have floods waiting in the docks, if it rains moderately we have drought licking it's lips, if it rains heavily the crop gets destroyed , if it rains lightly the landslides surface. Another thing, the fact that one part of our country is receiving normal rainfall does not mean anything in context of another part. In fact floods and drought are often observed i the same academic year.

In Shimla, the situation is quite exciting as well. In summers there is wager shortage due to scarcity of precipitation, during rains there is water shortage due to silt deposit upsetting the power stations' belly. In winters, the water freezes. Now I can hardly wait for a new season to come up and solve our water crisis.

Weather it seems has taken one step forward and is now mirroring the image of the havoc we have reeked upon our environment.What with failed climate conventions and mindless consumption of precious resources it won't be long before seasons give way to calamities and we associate months not with seasons but water shortage, drought, flood and repentance.

March 26, 2010

We all Need To work to make a living

We all need to work to make a living. I am trying to find some . Am I really trying to find some? Am I actually trying to avoid looking it in the eye even as it stares back at me ?

I don't know , but for all I know I am in a state of confusion , a state of continuous disbelief .

I know what I don't know and am clear regarding the things I am not clear. I know what I want because what I want is not what I want.

Time is my only hope . One day I will want what I want , know what what I should know and be what I should be.

March 6, 2010

NDTV Imagine-Small Screen's answer to meaningful Cinema

NDTV is undoubtedly urban ( read Delhi ) India's mouthpiece. What with intellectual anchors like Barkha Dutt, Vikram Chandra and highly liberal shows like We the People etc. followed by an unbiased coverage of issues relating to minorities and women's rights.

But NDTV's greatest achievement has been the launch of the most creative , original and by far the most decent entertainment channel- NDTV Imagine.

Yes sir , this is the channel where Nachle Ve with Saroj Khan was aired . The channel where Angrezi mein kehte hain sprung to life . This very channel took upon itself the responsibility to air Vijay Desh ki AAnkhen, Rajkumar AAryan , Seeta Aur Geeta. Take this " Do Hanson ka joda" how imaginative can one get? Oh yes ...one can still get imginative to create and telecast Pati Patni Aur Woh.

But no. The creative team at NDTV Imagine's programme selection department was just getting warm . For it has had the privilege of allotting prime time Television space to three shows who's name needs no introduction for the physiological, psychological,social,political, economic effects produced by it are truly biblical in proportions.
The shows are :

Raaz Pichle Janam Ka
Rakhi Ka Swyamavar
and ..............................................................................................................................................................
please hold your breathe for this one.....................................

Rahul Dulhania Le Jayega.

These three shows have proved that talented creative teams in India have arrived .
Steeped in decency and propriety. In close contact with the ground realities of the nation. Not by any means manipulated or rigged or schematic in thematic content and plot , these shows stand for all that is good about our culture and society.

NDTV IMAGINE has done it.

How deprived I would have felt had NDTV Imagine taken birth after my life span.

But to live and breathe in the same era and space in which the showmen of this remarkable channel do, is a privilege , an honour.

There are those who proudly proclaim that they have marched besides Gandhiji during our freedom struggle. I've encountered proud men who were there when the INA marched into Eastern India defeating the antagonistic contingents it encountered. I've seen them who lived through moments of sporting and cinematic glory. But I pity them , if they have not been witness to the birth and progress of NDTV IMAGINE as a force to reckon with in the Indian Television Industry.

It has been able to hire the services of great personages like Saroj Khan, Rakhi Sawant, Rahul Mahajan and of course that Graceful female who hosts the realistic and serious show Raaz Pichle Janam ka.

Hats off.

Pardon me dear reader if , due to the highly emotional state I find myself in , I may have ignored, failed , neglected , avoided, circumvented , skipped, overlooked, refused , forgotten to mention any other show where the limits of Imagination were employed . (To my mind comes the show where a group of girls were out to find grooms and were aided by their respective mothers....did this very channel air it?).

Acknowledgement:

NDTV IMAGINE WEBSITE
RAHUL MAHAJAN

Raaz pichle janam ka for helping me to discover the fact that I was an innocent man in my previous birth who was killed by the forcible intake of rotten Yash-Raj, Yash Chopra, Kunal Kohli romantic movies.



February 23, 2010

Gunda: The Goon

Shakespeare is an unhappy man. His spirit is itching to get back to mother Earth . He died too early . He was born in the wrong era. Great minds are often jealous but their jealousy gets a little diluted when a man of incomparable genius lives in their vicinity. This in fact is the true test of any man's greatness. If he accepts the other man's brilliance too easily he is not great. If he refuses to do so he is a fool. If however he concedes what is due to another man after careful deliberation and after prudent reluctance not to mention opposition..he is truly great.

Bashir Babbar is one such man. A man who faced innumerable odds in life , but overcame them to create masterpieces.Works which would force the greatest literary minds of today and would have persuaded the greatest literary minds of the yesteryears and centuries to reevaluate their own worth in the field.

A master of storytelling.A philosopher ,a visionary , a poet .In short a genius. His writings smell of adventure .His works have taken human imagination to new levels.Never devoid of realism and finesse he takes us to a world we never knew existed.

Bashir Babbar's genius has come to light because of one man's equally herculean achievement , that of creating a marvellous motion picture out of a shoe string budget and ordinary set & locations- Mr. Kanti Shah. To many he is a ghost. A man whose photograph has not yet been available on the net, in spite of his legend.
If you google Kanti Shah ,there will be a million hits but one of them would lead you to his photograph or even a portrait. Some artists they say relish the sweet silence of anonymity. There are few vicious men who have tried to hoodwink the world into believing that this anonymity is a result of infamy and the consequent repercussions . But let me assure you, a man of the stature of Mr. Shah couldn't care less for social norms, sanity and retribution. He is the human embodiment of superhuman spirit and unrelenting character. A man who would have given Gandhiji a run for his money had he been alive and active during the freedom struggle. But he has done something more than that. He has undertaken and to some extent been able to liberate the millions of enslaved Indians from the chains of mediocre Cinema and art by giving them deliciously garnished helpings of the most exquisite piece of cinema which they would have ever seen or would ever hope to see, save for the future movies coming from the man himself and his creative team. Oh! Wilde, Shakespeare and the whole gang would have paid with their lives to get a person such as Kanti Shah to direct their plays. But time and tide wait for none. It had to be with Bashir Babbar the genius ( quite an understatement for him) that Kanti Shah would create magic. Sublime , pure and unmatchable movies .

The term method actor does not have any exact meaning . But any man who wishes to decipher the term's practical significance should view Babbar's scripts and Kanti's movies. These movies couldn't have been made had method acting as an art not been developed by the actors who worked in them. All of them are director's actors. None of them vain of his or her abilities. Modest to a fault. These ,respected reader, are the finest specimens of performing artists who relinquished (quite willingly)
their pride,prudence,propriety and intelligence for a cause much greater than their own great selves: A Kanti Shah movie written by Bashir Babbar.

Ulysses faced huge opposition.Joyce was ostracised. Wilde ended his life in destitution because of the moral upheaval he caused. Kanti Shah and Babbar shall however not meet with such tragic fates. Because now the audience , the readers and the entire set of art connoisseurs are a reformed lot. Liberal ideas, secularism,homosexuality are all norms now. No more burning texts for blasphemy. The masterstroke however is that any chance of opposition has been sniffed out by a brilliant use of the language by Babbar who has used the popular sentiments as well as unpopular sentiments to his advantage and created a treatise which would silence it's most vociferous critics by it's subtle and effective meaning and form.


All great works of art and literature have had to face stern odds before they could claim their rightful place in this world. I feel one movie made by Kanti Shah can claim it's rightful place in the world just because of the intensity and ingenuity exhibited by it's creators . Yes it is Gunda.

Imagine shooting a movie on 4 locations. Having to drastically re-vamp them to give credibility to the background and scenes. Imagine a cast of legendary actors, who have to be tamed and controlled to avoid emotions running out of control. These were only a few of the difficulties which Shah and Babbar had to face while making Gunda.

The movie itself is a masterpiece. King Lear, Hard Times, Crime and Punishment...and other such works can take a backseat, for here comes a piece of art which is practically flawless. The creators of this movie aren't deluded individuals who take fictitious ideals for inspiration. They are men who's ideas and inspirations are rooted in the harsh realities of life. Their poetry isn't a perfect reflect non-existent beauty, but is a realistic interpretation of practical distortions.No floral dialogues and over the top romantic plots. No metaphysical treatment of carnal amusements. Gunda is a movie for the most mature and enlightened connoisseurs of cinema.
A movie which leaves nothing to chance. It is a carefully and minutely detailed movie . Every expression in every scene on the face of every actor (no matter how small his role may have been) is the result of diligent rehearsal and planning. Each dialogue is a thought in itself. A though deep like the ocean .

Like all great works this movie deals with the dilemmas of everyday life. The characters in this script are ordinary men faced with ordinary troubles of an ordinary life. We have a porter rather Coolie, working on the airport where no plane ever lands. We have the pitiable gangsters who can't get over their fabulous names and hence to celebrate them kill and molest any lecherous female who comes their way. God knows how heavy their burden must have been for them to give that heart wrenching introduction in the beginning of the movie. I've seen the weak hearted crying their hearts out when Juliet kills herself , but no grief is comparable to that of those individuals who can't hold back their tears when Bulla bereaves his dead sister--Munni O meri Munni......to tujhe Lambu Atta ne lamba kar diya? Maachis ki tili ko khamba kar diya?

Why should we delve so deep when even the names of the characters suggest that this is no ordinary movie. Kafka immortalised the use of alphabets for names by introducing K in The Trial for us. Babbar gives us : Bulla, Chutiya,Lambu Atta,Ibu Hatela, Raju Chikna, Kala Shetty, Bachu Bhaggona..NO i can't say any more....it is a emotional exercise for me.

The delicate fashion in which heinous crimes against the human body have been dealt with is truly suggestive of Mr. Shah's genius. Even the most vulgar dialogues are surrounded by an air of piety and holiness. I mean, dealing with murder,rape,molestation , double meaning jokes without ever stooping down to actual vulgarity is a commendable feat.

Of late I've seen movies where the female actors have been forced to expose. Here is a movie where no women exposes but for a very high and noble cause. There is not the slightest sign of cheap and revolting exposure here. Chutiya, a man looking to commit crimes against female chastity plays his role so delicately that one forgets the gravity of the offence he is about to commit on screen. Ibu Hatela's dialogues have been so written that even the most sacred excerpts from our Holy Books would feel a little short on virtue . I am sure one day his lines from the movie would comprise the morning prayer in all schools: Mera Naam hai Ibu hatela....khayega kela?

A work of art is to a large extent dependent upon it's Hero . Our man in this case is an actor whose name and reputation need no introduction. The conviction with which he plays his role is splendid. Although not given the most deep and thought provoking dialogues in the movie he manages to put life into the lines given to him. I mean look at this : "Ab tu Ibu Hatela nahi Ibu katela kahlayega" the simplicity of this expression is also followed by a beauty of thought which Mithun aka Shankar infuses into the dialogue.

The movie however carries on in the Shakespearean tradition of delivering the most valuable messages through the antagonists of the work.

The best example of this are the opening lines from Chutiya. "Mera naam hai chutiya ......khadi karta hoon main khatiya.....Bulli kahan hai teri ungli.....Bulla bhai.......pakdo pakdo kahan hai chuttiya bolo bolo kahan hai bulla"

Lambu Atta and Chuttiya both are the philosophical mouthpieces of Babbar's stoic view of life and death . This is represented in the Death Scene of Lambu Atta. The scene shows how bravely and almost happily do the men of character meet their fate . In this case Lambu Atta bids farewell to the world while singing the nostalgia trigerring number " Gore Gore gal gal gore gore....." .

I saw many girls taking out their handkerchiefs to wipe off the tears when he died, this despite his being the man who rapes Bulla's innocent sister who had but one vice..of wearing outrageously short skirts in the presence of a volatile man like Lambu Atta.

Not many eyes could remain dry when Shankar's father is strangled by Inspector Kale. He does so by picking the man up with his right hand by the throat, this when the father was thrice his weight and twice his height in the movie. What character and grit.

In terms of social observation the movie is just immaculate. The angst of a Coolie working on the airport, the frustrations of the henchmen who have been asked to wear red colored uniforms by the villain. The dejected female lover of Shankar and her trials and tribulations in terms of trying to appease her estranged lover and raising a little baby who she didn't give birth to. The effeminate Chuttiya and his struggle with his limitations. The egoistical Bulla and his demise due to pride. The hapless leopard who represents the sad plight of all those wild animals who have been kept as pets by honourable people across the world (believe it or not my neighbour set free his pet rhinoceros and snow leopard after watching the movie) , the faithful monkey and his heroics at the end of the movie.

In terms of art direction too the movie is quite a work of art (pun intended) . The hanging beds in a brothel, the male lavatory sign in Bulla's residence. The graveyard behind Ibu Hatela's house whose existence failed to dawn upon him until it was his turn to die. The Dockyard and Airport where the dialogues and monologues by the characters make for biblical revelations about life and sins.
Taking another cue from Shakespeare , Babbar and Shah point out the presence of spirits and souls in the scene where a 100 taxis are driven in by less than 5 drivers. Or may be the scene where a train of policemen with guns in their holsters fail to stop a Goon from stabbing a minister to death (not that he did not deserve to die).


It will take ages for me to write this to my satisfaction but one age is all I have. It is true friends that immortal epics like this will never get a commentary worth even a 100th of their own literary value.

February 15, 2010

The Lunatic's Call

I am not a cynic
don't need any reason
for making up things
too tough to see
it's like a nightmare
waiting to happen
and you get all wise
in the story.

I want to be this
I want to be that
I want to have my hands full
all the time
When I am idle it's not that I am
only the looks are so there' always
something on the mind.

Waiting for the lunatic's call
he said he'll call me
then we would go out
and have fun.......
eat cold dishes in a hot tray
chew juices and spit in the ashtray
run when they say you should just walk
blabber when they shout "don't talk"
I am waiting for the lunatic's call!

February 7, 2010

Urbanisation is a disease. We have numerous land laws in force but none of them a followed in spirit. Most of the times people hire lawyers to bye pass the technicalities and find loop holes in these welfare legislations.

Another disease pestering us is the "Other Should" syndrome. Under this every citizen expects his compatriot to be an ideal hard working honest and meek servant of the state while he himself seeks leisure and less responsibility.
For eg..... You'll hear people talking about how doctors should;d go the villages and serve the people there..but when it comes to their children they can't digest the fact that their wards be transferred outside the state capital.

Scheduled Tribe category folks don't want to return to their villages. No person wants to to go out of delhi, mumbai even if he gets a job.
I mean..Poverty is in the end a very subjective term. In the eyes of the industrialist even we the middle class is poor. While in the eyes of the middle class the destitute and homeless are the deprived faction.
Civilization gave birth to the definition of poverty. No one was poor in a barbaric society . The concept of property led to the emergence of the concept of wealth.
Unless we return to animal like simplicity we can't hope to fully eradicate poverty. Today we have people who are materially poor. Tomorrow we'll have those who are intellectually poor the day after those who are socially poor......an d so on....poverty thrives whenever comparative parameters dominate the ethos of a society.