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October 29, 2007

Three movies... One day

The rain pouring down, no cable television to pass your time for a week, house is cold and coffee is drunk often enough to cause serious indigestion. What better to do than watch three movies, all similar yet so very different in nature. The Pursuit of Happiness, Dor and the Shawshank Redemption. Three movies that spills out the case for hope in forceful and delicate ways.

The Pursuit of Happyness is the most moving Will Smith movie, I saw adter his rock smashing performance in the Independence day and he has done a great job playing a father, a husband, an intern and a struggler, all combined to create a conundrum of Chemistry that sticks oout during the dry days of 2006 when no very good movie actually released. The story is there to be seena nd I would not narrate that, but the theme and the strings he holds, while playing Chris Gardener was moving, to say the least.

Dor, on the other hand felt like a multilayered film that covered themes as varied as life in the gulf, relationships, also those before marriage, love, hope (yes, hope), search, desire, playfullness, lust and betrayal. the list goes on and I coould go on, but if I ever meet Gul panang and Ayesha and also Shreyas, I would definitely given them a hug. Such immense sensitivity, such careful direction, such amazing landscapes, an intimate touch of rural communities and the role of the behurupiyas in the lives of the people. Again, stories can be told by many but I would stick to the aspects which strike the film as outstanding.


Zeenat as a muslim breaks sterotypes and emerges as independent, Meera as a rajput reinforces them and is forced to be what she is told to be. Shreyas was outstanding, completly a serious comic... Meera breaking her bonds was the moment that was best captured, even Kukkunoor as a villian was so deadly.... see it this life.

Finally, two movies within 12 hours and we decide to see the Shashwank redemption. Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman never let me feel remorseful, rarely sad, and tried hard to remove fears from my systems, they ensured that I watch pain with earnestness and respect it. As Andy, Tim looked a high end MBA or CA but with a common sense that was striking. 1994 it released and I always wanted to see it, saw it and got better just by that.

Two things I remember - Will Smith tells his son that when he used to get As in his history classes, he felt he could be one of the so many great people and do good jobs as he wanted, but he never came around to doing that.

Second, hope is there says Andy and I believed him and I know it is true and I know that fear is but, just inside you and hope can anyday take fear for a ride... if you wish so and if you think so...

October 27, 2007

A Whisper in the clouds

October 2007 is coming to an end, and never in my long life, have I been witness to so much rain over a period of several months. These past months were special and extraoridnary for they recalled old memories amongst Badagas who said that this weather was prevelant only 20 years ago and most of them had not anticipated such a weather to strike the hills.

I was born in Bengal and the most abiding memory of my childhood is the careless dances under the shadow of dark rain clouds. As far as I can remember, rains seem to be form every part of the firmament of my early life. I remember so vividly, 1988, perhaps, June was coming to an end and so was our annual holidays but rains had not yet begun. We used to watch 'Chooti-Chooti' on TV and play in the evenings but that evening, all play stopped. The clouds gained in breath and came rolling towards us. First the wind, then the dust and finally the howl before the rains. In a few minutes, our dry, dreary summer transformed into one of the heaviest monsoons, I remember in my lifetime.

But that was then and in between, have been almost 18 monsoons, all of whom have been special in one way or the other, all with stories and disastors and snakes and mud and some superlative football games. Now, however, though I haven't seen enough of the world to comment on it, I have been witness to some of the most dramatic rainfalls, that can neither be termed as the monsoons nor a storm. For over five or six months, the rains have come, accompanied by her maids in pride, again and again, sequentially, consequentially, but neverthless - the rains decide to encamp in Kotagiri.

In Kotagiri, they say, we live in the rain shadow, but analyse yourself. May, the entire month severely moist with continuos rainfalls and in June, the same too. In July, the rains asked out her friends and the mist who accompanied her needs to be felt to be understood.

In August, I, an official rain maniac, perhaps felt tired of the rain for the first time and decided to go home. Home we went and stayed throughout August, but god! it rained like the good old Bengal rains... though I felt good about it, my love for the childhood rain cannot be diminished till the end of this lifetime. So, we enjoyed the rains at home, ate a lot of singharas and chops which my non native wife relished at the cost of her stomach, roamed around and had fun........ imagining that the rains back in the Nilgiris would have stopped.

Neither could have been true, for it had rained almost continuosly in August and was raining the day we reached back. Woah, they would say but this is the rain god's dance and a glorious dance, I am a witness too. September decided to help us in drying our clothes and one can safely say that it rained merely 15 days with the rest having bright sunlight. But as soon as the gods decided to come down for the annual durga puja functions, the clouds appear to have burst over the Nilgiris. It appears tha one of the gods has probably forgot to switch off his shower before he descended and since he must be touring those innumerable fashion shows in upcountry Delhi, these rains may not end soon. To come to October, and today is still October the 27th, in what seems to be the heaviest downpour I have been witness too. It has rained and with the rain, is the cold which is is biting away at this very moment (heard about stamping on your keyboards to keep warm, visit me soon). The past months were rainy in nature, but coldy and rainy is fun to behold.

Yesterday was the cake in the ice -cold, wet ice. Returning from Coimbatore, the rains swamped some time later and with the Qualis wiper running at full speed, I could not see anything, just drove on, assuming that most vehicles would be stranded, which they were anyways... not everybody is a lover of the rains... Somewhow, we began our climb and at an oppurtune moment, a huge dark electric pole fell some 6 metres away, stopping us at our tracks. A sight to behold, neverthless not everyday. We reached home, had a sleep and am still feel cold everywhere as I write this....

AND THE RAINS ARE ONLY SUPPOSED TO HIT KOTAGIRI DURING THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER - AS WE ARE IN RAIN SHADOW - remember

October 19, 2007

I knew

I wish that I had a thing to do,
to measure up to the count of who.
Here and there, I wander about,
Almost sounding too important too.
What do I want to acheive,
What did I ever win here.
What need it be for me to,
Where I feel no fear and see nothing too.

My mind is blocked, thoughtlessly I would presume,
I sincerely wish That I had something good I knew

October 12, 2007

And now Shahrukh too.....

The entire nation is discussing Shahrukh with deep interest.... the obvious cause being his toned body that seems to have been sculpted by well trained artists... At 43, he has done a great job, especially if it was through slogging it out in the gym...

But Shahrukh shines for other reasons too... Yesterday, switching channels with the tiredness that homogenity in programming has brought into the lives of us, I saw Sharukh talking and not singing. I missed what he was saying but the credits showed the logos of wildilfe conservation groups.... Strange, but there he was, in an hour and speaking for the unwritten hero of the nation.....he mentioned the forest guard as the sentinels of the forests and how his work needs to be acknowledged, respected and feel proud about.

I felt a tingle up my spine, for the fate of the guard is something that we discuss again and again and know that he is that face of the government who works in as difficult a condition as the jawans of the armed forces.

Shahrukh has done a great job and deserves the commendation of all who are vaguely connected with the environmental movement.