Dasavatharam and I....

I finally got to watch the much hyped magnum opus Dasavatharam. Needless to say, this is one pic that will leave an impression in everyone's mind. You may like it or hate it but you simply can't ignore it. It is an interesting and a well conceived plot, which only an actor who is forever inventing and reinventing himself like Kamal can envisage. Technically the movie is brilliant.The myriad images that take shape on the 70 mm screen make you wonder in awe about the genius that crafted it for us. The breathtaking scenes of the 12th century, the bone chilling consequences of a bio war, the action sequences involving Christian Fletcher and my personal favourite the grand old lady all strike a chord with the audience. Kamal's performances are very well defined. It is very evident that there has been considerable homework done be it for the Amercian President or for the pop singer. He portrays each character with great finesse and aplomb.The opening song which captures the agony and ignominy of losing one's God and thus the very identity that defined one's existence is one of the best scenes in the 3 hour movie. In an effort to showcase the master piece in all its glory, the editing seems to have taken a slight beating.

The plot is woven around the universal argument that is as old as man itself. The movie contrary to some initial opinions gives some strong messages. Messages that each and every one of us can identify with at one level or the other. This brings us to the point of writing this blog. For I am no movie columnist. I watched the movie as just another movie buff who was curious to know as to how the team had approached the concept of God. The reason simply being that Kamal is a self professed non believer in God. And, this is primarily where the movie scores. There are no absolutes that were proclaimed in the course of the narration. In fact, the balance very nearly tilted in favour of the verity of a super natural force that controlled life. Many of us tend to explain phenomenon - natural or otherwise in our own ways. It is simply what we believe to be true. It is all in the mind. I strongly believe that God is personal. Our expression of belief/ disbelief is unique too. The movie will thus appeal to theists, atheists and agnostics alike. However, one experiences discomfiture in sequences that make references to certain religious groups or practices. But, thankfully overt antagonism was minimal.

Once we sort out our feelings for this aspect of the movie, another reality that stares us in the face is the threat humans have created for themselves. Our lives are no more under our control. Neither are they controlled by super natural forces. They have fallen into the hands of some very powerful men who are a law unto themselves and have taken on the 'Godly' role of deciding what is right for the world at large. It is money and politics that define who lives and in what style.

I wonder how we are ever going to find an answer to this one. As a human race. Not as believers or non believers. For now the question is about Survival!!!

Mumbaiya....

After life as a carefree working professional in the Commercial Capital of India moving back home has been an experience... I have finally settled down in my new role workwise and in terms of back to playing my parents' dutiful first born girl.

Staying at home among folks has been surprisingly different from the last time when I was visiting on holidays... I have realized that people change and if one is away from the family base there is a perceptible variance in behaviour. Changes, mostly unwanted, creep into one's DNA as we get inducted into the premier MBA schools of the country. We typically suffer from insomnia - catching up with friends over phone, surfing the net, or simply walking about the house, invariably need to take place past 2 A.M. To add insult to the injury this hangover gets accentuated when one continues working & living alone in Mumbai! No strings attached kinda thing.

I am not writing about adjustment problems, I choose to write instead about the city that I have left behind.

Now that I have warmed you up to what you may consider a watered down version of a 'Prologue'... I shall begin with my ode to the time spent in Mumbai. And. it is a far cry from the super fav 'The Maximum City'.

Mumbai-- not for nothing is it called a city of dreams... zindagi jeena hai toh Mumbai mein rehana chahiye... Said that, one spends 80% of time on travel within the city. Amazingly though the city simply inspires you to keep going. The fatigue quotient may be high but the zest for life is as palpable as the flurry of waves splashing at the concrete at Marine Drive. The monsoons are enjoyable till we enter the 3rd week. After all no one really likes to wade through knee deep water or wait for a benevolent taxiwallah to take you to a drowning suburb. Tragically, it could be raining romance, but one cannot get cozy under the blanket with a steaming cuppa chai as duty calls!!!

I no more live there. But there is a part of me that misses the grand city and all the wonderful things that make Mumbai a city of deep intrigue. Local trains, Ganesh Chaturthi, Shiv Sena, vada pav, cutting chai, khau galis, metered autos, roadside shopping, multi storeyed malls, crowded suburbs, sky rises, bollywood, underworld, swanky luxury cars, film stars, dabbawallahs - all equally compelling, and forcing one to stay married to the city. There is not a moment without madness. People rushing at you all the time. They may walk with you but do not spare a thought for your appearance. They city thrives on anonymity.

The city never sleeps. The city lives on.

Urban India: Moving towards Political Anathema - 1

The Big Fight on NDTV on the Gujjar Protests which had speakers like Swapan Dasgupta, Prof Ashish Nandy, Sachin Pilot etc battling it out was truly a showcase of the Urban Indian's take on yet another socio - political drama. It is in all respects similar to an arm chair sociologist's views on the mores and taboos of a culture they have had no gateway to.

It was indeed heartening to see a young MP like Sachin Pilot rise above the politics of parties and speak for closure and peaceful resolution of the burning issue. India sure could do with more such leaders. The Big Fight had its share of controversies and the unspoken knowledge of havoc the nation is facing due to laws such as the Reservation Bill. The uncomfortable pauses and silences around its approach and implementation, the unwillingness to take responsibility for decisions and the blase attitude toward arriving at a solution played out 'Live' on national television for the entire nation to see.

As rightly pointed out by Swapan the protest has clearly 'departed' from being a social movement. It has loud and clear political overtones. The vicious evil of vote bank politics is rising its ugly hood again. And we as 'urban, educated bystanders' simply wait for the next set of news items to pour in. But its the same game over and over again. Simple but very effective. It wrecks every iota of sanity that people are struggling to hold on to.

The argument is as old as the problem. The more we analyse it the more despondent we become. The picture gets murkier as each day passes by. Media will drop this one too for another set of headlines, and time shall pass. We the People of this nation shall forget. As we have forgotten the many more atrocities that we inflict on our fellow countrymen.

The Phoenix has fallen. Will it rise from the Ashes to a brighter, better India or an India battered by Communal Vote Bank based Politics. We have stretched our democratic license to the limit of no return. the basic principles of the game have been forsaken and the chase is on purely for the POWER, POSITION and MONEY that ride on it.

Jus something I have fallen in love with recently.....

Peter Gabriel - Book Of Love Lyrics
The book of love is long and boringNo one can lift the damn thingIt's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancingBut II love it when you read to meAnd youYou can read me anythingThe book of love has music in itIn fact that's where music comes fromSome of it is just transcendentalSome of it is just really dumbBut II love it when you sing to meAnd youYou can sing me anythingThe book of love is long and boringAnd written very long agoIt's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxesAnd things we're all too young to knowBut II love it when you give me thingsAnd youYou ought to give me wedding ringsAnd II love it when you give me thingsAnd youYou ought to give me wedding ringsAnd II love it when you give me thingsAnd youYou ought to give me wedding ringsYou ought to give me wedding rings

TISSED

Seasons come and seasons go
But with some memories u take a bow

Happy toasts and laughs galore
A few moments we all simply adore

From Wise cracks to funny lines
And significant pauses to weary whines

Through sleepless nights and tense days
We found a million ways

But, at this momentous point of departure
In our hearts, a rupture

As we leave with a joyous cry
Of being TISSED for life!

China Town

when ppl hav told me about the kind of flux that exists in life...
i have never really listened.
one naturally tends to believe in the status quo

but alas!! it is but a garb worn by the fates to blindfold u into believing in the fairytales of happy living....
and then one fine morning when the tide turns to upset ur neatly set dining table,
sending ur favorite crockery set crashing to the floor
u are jolted out of your reverie, you stand there looking at the mess
and are left picking up the pieces!

For nthg is forever...

not the gud times or the bad ones and those that are on their way to your abode...
the laughter shared, the tears hidden away and the promises sworn by...
evrything stands nullified in less than a moment...

Wat A PaRaDoX

I want to go someplace…..
Someplace where I am an unknown
There I get a new lease of life.
I need not worry about precedents
Haven’t a cause for anxiety
Or a care in the world!

But nobody to care for me either
Not a shoulder to cry on
Not a smile to cheer me up
Nor a hand to hold
Why is it that in life,
When u want to winsome, you have to lose many more!

rains again!

Seems like just another day
Yet the monsoons are here to stay.
The rain drops a dull thud
Forming gay puddles in the mud.
The sun seems a minion
Being miles away, fades into oblivion.
Enormous black clouds lunge forward
The sky ominous with its hood lowered.
The air smoky, the lanes leaky
Nature, a symbol of beauty and harmony.

Seven Wonders..??!!!

Envious I am of the bee that
Feasts on nectar
Of the trees and leaves that
Feel the rays of the sun
The river that floods the plains
Of the birds that touch the sky
The breeze that rocks the soul
Music that enlivens the mind
And love that conquers all!

ResT iN PeAcE

Looming large over the horizons
Our days and nights they haunt
Keeping us in fear of events to come
Darken the corridors of intellect
Chain our spirit, shaketh our faith

Acknowledge them, destroy them
These demons dare raise their ugly hoods again!

Live On!

The games of the heart
Are like strawberry tart
Sometimes sour sometimes salt
One look rakes up a fuss
Leaving you to settle the dust
Forcing you to choose at every stage
The games of the heart are for those with courage.

It ain`t pink
More black and white with shades of gray
Colours that hold sway your night and day
Cautious and circumspect it never is
Sometimes it sears sometimes allure
The problems of the heart are not for all to hear

The heart is a necessary evil,
Yes evil…..
For without the games of the heart
We are but a cadaver

And so weathered by every storm, the heart lives on

In The Eyes of The Beholder

Mangled bodies, blood smeared clothes
Unidentifiable heaps of corpses!
We hear about them on T.V.
Newspaper headlines scream in anguish
Family and friends suffer in silence...
They are here today and Gone tomorrow, forever.....
They are not sinners
Its no fault of theirs
Yet they die a death of violence
We call it terrorism......
And they become mere statistics
For you and me!

Somethings are Forever!!!

I paused at the entrance a bit unsure
A semblance of apprehension creeping in
After all its been a longtime....
I looked around the small garden
Ah! There she is tending her button roses
Her face pale, almost wearing a gaunt look
Hair pulled back in a severe plait
And the stiff cotton standing out
On her small frame.
I hear her little one crying
For her somewhere inside.
I took a tentative step forward"Meena", I called out
She looked up wid a start
And then the glimmer of recognition.....
A childlike smile reached her eyes,
Lighting up the horizon.
As we ran toward each other and embraced
I could not help thinking
How much things had changed and
Yet they remain the same....

Life is Beautiful.....at TISS!!, written about 4 weeks ago

The long walks in the night
The fun-filled dinners
Constant chatter at the Nescafe
Late night movies
Of birthdays and celebrations
Freshies and farewell parties
The rocking dance floors
Not to forget the grueling
Routine of lessons and assignments
Last minute visits to the library.
The pressures of exams
Life at Tiss is as wholesome as it gets
Some have made friends for life
Others have found life partners
Few waiting to leave it And some like me want it to continue forever.

THE INCOMPLETE

Razor sharp words that singe the heart
Turbulent thoughts that worry the soul
And the silence of the dead
That reeks of anguish…..

Like a whiff of fresh air spurring life in a jilted flower
An oasis of relief in a barren desert
Moonlight whispering to silvery shadows
Allaying the unprecedented fears

The petulant child
The confused Buddha
An interminable clown...
hmmmm My unfailing…. Yet distant dream…

This was written sometime last week, for a friend....

He sees us talking
Laughing over a juicy tidbit,
Exchanging wicked smiles
He can hear us calling out to him
Inviting him to be a part of the fun

“Come on now”, one of us motions him
“What’s with him I wonder”, another remarks.
“Leave him alone. He will come around, it’s only a matter of time”.
We confer!

He can see us, hear us, and of course feel it.
Yet he is so distant.
Floating away into peaceful oblivion
Of vast blue seas
Their melancholy waves
And choppy waters

Ephemeral....

It’s exciting
Unsophisticated.
Captures your imagination for the silliest of reasons
Withers away for enormously ominous ones
Dreams shattered??? I can’t say
It’s more like bursting the favorite red balloon
Of your neighbor’s kid
Painful but replaceable
We move on, that’s the law of being!

Oh, do not fret!
For immediately we find another,
Lure…
Yes, but a fleeting one at that!