Posted on 18 Apr 2016 under Asides
…shall inherit the world one day, apparently.
And with it, my deepest sympathies.
Based on true life events
Posted on 18 Apr 2016 under Asides
…shall inherit the world one day, apparently.
And with it, my deepest sympathies.
Posted on 22 Mar 2016 under Random
It’s late enough at night to be considered early the next morning. The world is largely asleep, the city glowing softly in the moonlight. I stand at the window, tiredness pouring out of me, staring into the distance.
It’s a lie, though, isn’t it, what I said earlier? Because clichéd as it may sound, the city truly never sleeps. Buildings in the background have lights turned on, and headlights quiver on the roads below as the cars snake their way through the urban maze. In the distance, there’s a man standing at a window, looking out into the world, just like me.
I wonder briefly if there’s anything we share, other than this moment of consciousness.
Probably nothing. I turn away, slink into bed and pull the blanket over me.
Posted on 18 Mar 2016 under Life
I may be no more than a third of my life through, but there are certain things I am fairly confident about.
I may not be likely to do anything that will change the world or invent something that makes everyone’s lives happier and more peaceful. I may not be able to do something that will change the way people treat each other, and promote tolerance and acceptance. I don’t have the answers to life’s big questions and maybe I never will. I might live my entire life wondering and being frustrated at trying to understand whether things are meant to be this way, and why.
I am imperfect, I make mistakes. I’m occasionally selfish and insecure. I want to love and be loved, but I also want to be left alone. I like to think I am nothing like you, but I also know that in many, many ways, you and I are exactly the same person. I am a mass of contradictions and inconsistencies, but that’s what makes me human.
I may not leave a legacy, I may not leave a mark. I am a statistically insignificant speck of existence on the infinite plain of space and time, and nothing I do may make a change to the overall picture.
Much like most of you, actually.
But if I could leave a legacy, then let it be this: When I’m gone, when those who knew me think of me, may they remember me for all the right reasons.
Posted on 14 Mar 2016 under Journal/Life Updates
I use various shades of grey and black to paint my picture, only now and then using some other colours because I’m not sure I’m using them right.
So you see, I’m eternally grateful for all you others, who take it upon themselves to add a splash of colour every now and then, sometimes without realizing you might have done so.
When the portrait is done, I believe I’m very likely to see a canvas full of shades of a rainy morning sky, peppered with streaks of colour that stand out because they’ve rebelled against the general theme.
And yet, I know that what will matter the most is not the background, not what I’ve filled in myself, but rather, all these errant streaks that all you others have contributed. So, thank you.
Posted on 17 Jan 2016 under Essays
The more I read professional movie reviews (is there such a thing?), the more I realize how under-qualified I am to critique movies. Nevertheless, because any fool with an internet connection can create a blog nowadays, here are a few thoughts on Bajirao Mastani:
Bajirao Mastani: 6/10
Posted on 09 Jan 2016 under Essays
There is no doubt that Amitabh Bachchan is a fine actor. In particular, I’ll remember this one scene in which his character in Wazir teaches a kid how to deliver a particular line. It was a 5-second masterclass. But there’s only so much a fine actor can do in the hands of a mediocre director in a film with a mediocre plot line.
Wazir is not a bad film, it’s worth a watch. But it does leave a lot to be desired. It has a bit of everything (although I’m not sure that’s a good thing). There’s the soppy romance between Farhan Akhtar and Aditi Rao Hydari, the heart-wrenching tragedy of a young girl dying, some mystery in the plot in the form of the mysterious eponymous character, etc. But the story is not complicated, and it will not force you to think about it after the titles roll, because everything is dumbed down for you in the final few minutes.
While it’s a fairly short movie (given Bollywood standards), it’s still a little too long. The aforementioned tell-all scene felt like an unnecessary tack-on. All six of us who saw it said the same thing — “Anyone with a half a brain could have put the pieces together, so why was that last scene there?” The expose should have been the crescendo, but unfortunately, it feels like a big let-down when it finally happens. If you’ve been told this is an intelligent question, please question the intelligence of the person who told you so.
As for the acting, as I wrote earlier, Amitabh Bachchan is solid, as expected. I have a lot of respect for Farhan Akhtar, he’s multi-talented and his understated style of acting feels genuine. On the other hand, Aditi Rao Hydari must never act again. To be fair, I’m forming this opinion on the basis of her performance in a film that required only three things of her — look pretty, laugh on demand, and cry on demand. Neil Nitin Mukesh gets acting credits, but really only appears in a couple of scenes in an overstated, exaggerated manner. And then you have the guest appearance by John Abraham, who does what John Abaraham does — look big and tough and talk in a thick, deep voice. Anjum Sharma does ok as the Sikh friend and good cop, but he struggles to convince he’s actually a proper Punjabi Sikh (of course, that’s a deeply ironic comment coming from me, I recognize). Why can’t you just find a real Sikh to portray an on-screen Sikh? As for Manav Kaul, who plays the primary antagonist, there’s a reason I haven’t mentioned him so far. Because I can’t think of a single frame he owned, not can I think of anything he did terribly badly either. “Meh” would be the appropriate way to describe his performance.
A note for the special effects. Amitabh Bachchan’s character is legless and wheelchair-bound. It’s quite convincing. I remember being impressed by this in Forrest Gump with Lt Dan’s character. 22 years later, Bollywood has done just as fine a job. Yay.
To summarize: Wazir is a mediocre film, with average acting and not enough brains to keep you engaged throughout. It’s not bad, but don’t pay too much for the ticket, eh?
Posted on 08 Dec 2015 under Random
I can feel the cold seeping in through the gap under the front door, twisting in through the gaps between the french windows in the living room. The tips of my fingers start to wrinkle, I wish my feet were in socks.
Outside, the night is black as carbon and quiet as an easy conscience. I let my mind’s eye wander and imagine weird colours while my thoughts run wild.
There’s no noise inside the house either, the dark screen of the television dimly reflecting the few lights I’ve bothered to switch on.
Today’s been a trying day, tomorrow will be longer still. I want to forget about work and think about a million other things I’d rather be doing — reading a book and sipping something warm, lying down on my bed and listening to music, curl up inside a blanket and day-dream, some or all of the above.
All of the above … none of which requires anyone else.
The cold makes me wish there was someone here I could hug to keep myself warm.
Posted on 30 Oct 2015 under Random
I was passing time last night before going to bed, and Shawshank Redemption was on MN+. It has some really good movies, that channel. Over the last few days, they’ve been showing The Green Mile a fair few times as well.
Of course, I’ve watched Shawshank Redemption multiple times (who hasn’t?), so I remember most of it quite well. And that’s when I realized the golden rule of watching movies on TV. There’s only one. Here it is:
Just don’t. Don’t watch movies on TV. It’s not the ads or the quality of the video or audio (although on too many channels, the latter is horrendously bad). What really, really makes it impossible to enjoy movies on TV is the amount of censorship and snipping of scenes.
I don’t know if it’s because we’ve become a country of intolerant assholes and the channels just want to play safe, or if the latter have a hyperactive sense of responsibility for what kids can access on TV, but it’s painful when you KNOW there’s a really good, strong scene coming up without which the intensity of the movie is questionable, and you’ll all hyped up for it, but then suddenly, the frame shifts to what happens after. It’s KLPD.
Watching movies on TV is horrible.
Posted on 26 Oct 2015 under Essays
Summary of Review:
Without a doubt, amongst the worst books I’ve ever read. The story makes no sense and the ending is pure Bollywood. Geez, I don’t even know where to begin! The characters are undeveloped and uninteresting. The writing is full of warped phrases and sentence constructions (if not outright grammatical mistakes and incorrect uses of phrases). It would have been bad enough had the writing been mediocre or if the editing had been lazy. In this case, unfortunately, the book fails on both counts. Give this one a miss if you don’t want to spend a few hours of your life that you will never get back on a book that is very likely to disappoint you.
(Detailed review follows)
I have a lot of patience for Indian authors. I grow tired of reading quality literature that’s set in foreign lands through which I can only partially relate to the culture and setting of the story. I’d love to read stories that have real Indian characters in real Indian settings. So it’s a bit of a bummer that The Recession Groom fails to do that. The setting is almost entirely in Canada and USA, and most of the characters are NRIs or foreigners.
The plot revolves around Parshuraman Joshi, a highly eligible, unusually tall (by Indian standards) and handsome bachelor working an IT job for a major multi-national in Canada. On the pretext of some lousy excuse, he has to visit India and gets pressured by his sister into getting married as soon as possible. The overbearing and annoying elder sister apparently cannot herself get married unless Parshuraman gets married first (yeesh, is this still a thing?) and forces him to accept a match. On the other hand, Parshuraman’s equally annoying and just as overbearing aunt who lives in the USA (who also raised him while he completed his higher education there) forces him to accept another match. Parshuraman prefers this one because she’s so pretty (again, yeesh!). There’s a third love interest in the form of his colleague, Jennifer. This part of the plot is further complicated by the presence of his colleague, Bill (I challenge you to think of a more generic foreign name … seriously!). At some point, Mr Joshi is laid off, his upcoming wedding gets cancelled and the rest of the story revolves around how he gets back onto his feet and discovers whom he really loves.
If this sounds like a badly improved plot of a generic Bollywood movie, that’s because it pretty much is. The lack of depth in the story and the writing is astounding. While there is some level of depth to Parshuraman’s character, all the other characters in the novel (bar none) are caricatures of clichés that clearly highlight that the author has refused to push the envelope here. Jennifer, for example, is loud, instinctive and does things that you wouldn’t expect any sane person to do — a “fireball”, as the back page summary puts it. Aunt Parvati is a hyper-typical Indian-turned-American who forces Parshuraman to wear extra large clothes (presumably because rap music is in fashion?). Parshuraman also has a grandma; no prizes for guessing that she comes across as a wise old woman who’s in touch with modern realities and is open-minded. But it all feels so artificial. Parshuraman and his sister refer to each other, literally, as “Brother” and “Sister”. Geez Louise, what the hell happened between you two in your childhood? All the characters talk like each other. You can barely tell the difference between the Americans and the Indians, forget about being able to get individualistic dialogues from each character. Bill seems to exist to provide comic relief initially (at which he fails terribly) and then later, he’s suddenly involved in a major plot-line which is handled extremely superficially. It’s as if the characters exist only to push the plot along. The hallmark of a well-written story is that you know the people you’re reading about have lives outside of the story that’s being told. There are aspects to their personality which exist but may not be evident on the surface. That kind of doesn’t happen here because the characters are so … weird and over-the-top. You kind of feel like nobody can be like this except in a book or a movie.
** SPOILER ALERT IN THIS PARAGRAPH ** Towards the end of the book, Parshuraman realizes he wants to be with Jennifer, but she’s pregnant with Bill’s kid (yes, seriously). Now, this is a HUGE deal, right? The woman you think is your chosen one for life is about to give birth to someone else’s baby. That should change things forever, shouldn’t it? But all Parshuraman wants, instead, is for Bill to say he will quietly walk out of their lives forever and even abandon the child that is his, which Bill does because Bollywood ending … I have no words. ** END OF SPOILERS **
Sometimes, you read something and it strikes you that maybe the author’s trying too hard. For example, people in this novel rarely just walk. Instead, they sashay (repeatedly in different scenarios) and strut (in different contexts). Phrases like “by all means” are peppered numerous times (and in one or two cases, I wasn’t sure if it was even correctly used). I found a couple of places where a misplaced comma appeared, and “Ma’am” (short for madam) was incorrectly spelled as “Mam” (British slang for ‘mother’). The style of writing is not great, either. Good writing shouldn’t narrate what’s happening. We should see it through the eyes of the protagonists and feel it through their experiences. In this case, however, there are plenty of times when the author tells us, the reader, what is going on as an omniscient being. I also found it annoying that descriptions of EVERYTHING include brand-names. Occasionally, brands can be used to emphasize when someone has expensive taste, but in this case, it just feels overdone.
The writing also suffers from multiple place-time inconsistencies. One minute, Jennifer is opening the door for Parshuraman, who keeps a respectable distance from her. The next minute, he’s taking his hands off her face or something. All of a sudden, this book is a mystery – how did the hand get there?! Bah, humbug. The book suffers from bad editing which cannot wholly be attributed to the author. A large portion of the blame must rest with the editor (or team of editors) who should be fired faster than you spell the word “P-R-O-O-F-R-E-A-D”.
Look, I’ll be honest. This is not the worst book I’ve read. The story isn’t great, but it’s not completely brainless. The characters are caricatures and largely over the top, but that’s forgivable. What really gets my goat is that the editing is so bad. If I could at least read the book without the urge to underline something every couple of paragraphs with a pencil, I might have pushed it as a one-time quick and dirty read. But with all its flaws, I just can’t recommend it with a clear conscience.
Final Rating: 2/5
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Posted on 08 Oct 2015 under Asides
With all that’s been happening in the country lately, I begin to wonder at that old adage we were taught about India in primary school – “Unity in Diversity”.
There’s an article doing the rounds in the news today that Javed Akhtar has made a statement saying that “Incidents of intolerance are not expected in our country”, and yet, the recent past says otherwise. I, for one, was genuinely not surprised when the following occurred:
These are just 3 things that spring to mind, but it makes me wonder whether we, as a country, have flourished because of our diversity, or in spite of it?