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We are like this only!

It happens only in India! :)

Notice the Stones the monitor is resting on? Well, why not, indeed! :)

And another…

In case you thought it was a juicer there, someone has kindly stencilled 'ATM' on the mach. :)

If you do click pics that, in some ways, capture the essential Indian-ness, you know, I could host them here. If they are net-viable pixels and carry a brief note…Mail ramya_kannan@yahoo.com
Of course, being the Lord and Master of this blog, my decision on whether to use or not a picture will be final! :)

Idjits

via mirchigossips.com


At the risk of inviting an idiot joke upon myself, I’d still say I liked 3 idiots. Qualifier coming up: It is a good movie, not a great movie.

I did not have expectations of the movie, no. I did enjoy it thoroughly, yes. But do I think it is a deeply introspective/probing/intellectual movie that is going to change the way we teach our kids? NO.

3 Idiots provides wholesome entertainment. It allows you to walk into a theatre, laugh a lot, choke some, baulk a little (at Madhavan’s towel scene. Man, he does need to loose weight), groan a bit (‘muthra visarjan’ is overdone) and walk out not so long after, smirking after you’ve read the credits that roll to say the movie is “based on a book by Chetan Bhagat”!

If we were to set stock by things such as this: Raju Hirani has got the elements of a good movie pat: Fine acting (Boman, Aamir, Madhavan and Omi Vaidya are mentionable in that order, but the whole cast does a good job); Drool-worthy eye candy (the men, the men: how do they look so young?); fairly decent characterisation; clever dialogue; audience engagement; and since we’re at it, a plot, which is more than a story. You could say the music’s a tad out of the general class of the movie: Only Zoobie Doobie makes the grade, All izz Well struggles.

It is too late to say that 3 Idiots weaves itself around the ordinary lives of students at one of the country’s best engineering colleges and how the introduction of ‘Rancho’ turns that a little extraordinary. As Rancho, Aamir touches the lives of not only his roomies (Raju- Sharman Joshi, and Farhan – Madhavan), but most of the college and its laundry boy; the director (Boman IRani)Virus’ two daughters (Only Kareena is the love interest); the director’s unborn grandson; and eventually after everything, the director HIMSELF.

In the interim is a commentary on the education system and the mad race for excellence – in various tones. There is Aamir cocking a snook at the system in “defining a machine” scene; absurdity of “mugging” in the geeky Chattur Ramalingam’s “Balatkar speech”; the sorrow in the death of Joy Lobo; melodrama in the way Virus learns of his son’s suicide.

And yet, I cannot look at 3 Idiots as a deep commentary on pedagogy. Perhaps there is too much humour, flippancy in it for me to treat it more seriously than I do now. And then there are the litte nags: For one, they cry too much in the film. Everyone does, for Heaven’s sake. Unfortunately nothing puts me off more. Two: too much scatology for my liking, even if it’s just piss. Three: Unable to get beyond Kareena’s horsey face. Prejudices all. Still, they are minor.

Because these days, what with the advancing age and factors such as that, I’m happy to walk into a theatre, if only to laugh. Of that, I certainly got a LOT.

As for Chetan Bhagat, well, he’s got his publicity, hasn’t he? And after all that Pavlovian re-inforcement, it is no surprise I’m saying “Aall izz well”. No, I draw the line at patting the region where my heart is supposed to be.

A hard day’s work…

I’m grinning like a Cheshire cat today. Been grinning since yesterday…
Yesterday was one of those spring-cleaning, list-making days.
After a reallllly long while, I pulled my sleeves up and rolled my trouser legs and got my hands dirty, many times over…
As a result, the house is rendered back to its primeval state of sparkling cleanliness; the cobwebs are shrivelling in the dustbin; the shelves have been lined with new paper and stuff stacked on in
neat, ordered columns; clothes-no-longer-worn have been handed over to the maid/cook; old shoes have been thrown out; the potted plants have been pruned; sarees have been identified for blouse-and-false work; naphthalene balls have been chucked into every corner; scented sachets have been lovingly under the clothes; and all is right with the world!
The best part is restoring order to my book shelf in order; typing out a list of all the books I have; and an additional list of books I am yet to read. I even set aside a pile of books to donate to a children’s library. Coated with varying shades of gray dust, I find I still manage to impress myself! Tra la la…

Meeting the Maldivians

President Mohamed Nasheed, The Maldives, Image from maldivestravel.com


I’ve seldom been as impressed with a politician as I was with Mohammed Nasheed, the young President of the Maldives.
President Nasheed is truly the new-age politician. Honest, effective and rooted in the realities of his nation. When you ask him what his vision for his nation is, he says with his most charming smile, “I want my people to be happy, watch TV if they want to, relax at home, bring up their children well…give them a good education, healthcare and housing.” Where will the funds come from? “From taxes yes. But it is the duty of the state to provide for its people,” he says. In his mind, his atoll of islands will be the perfect welfare state. Already education, health care and housing are either taken care of wholly by the government or at least subsidised for those who are unable to afford it.
We hear, informally, that he still bears the sign of torture by the previous dictatorial regime on his body. His troubles have not embittered him, only made him more hopefully. Rallying his young cabinet (only two ministers are over 50 years!) he has managed to stabilise the plummeting growth rate (it has now plateaued at 6 per cent) and is busy striking bi-lateral partnerships with mature democracies (only! Therefore not China!) to take his country forward.
And admirably impatient with processes. “Processes just take too long. I want to bring good health care to my people and what does it matter how I do it?” he asks, completely demolishing the bed rock of governments that also frustrates development. In a little over 24 hours, his team inked an agreement with Apollo Hospitals to support the running of the Indira Gandhi Memorial Hospital in the Maldives. “We have been going through tenders and proposals for over a year now and it doesn’t make sense to take that long…”
And then, of course, he holds a cabinet meeting under sea. How cool is that! :)


For nearly the entirety of my career (that would a decade and more), an assignment in Mylapore meant Adai-avial at Mylai Karpagambal Mess. A dingy two-and-a-quarter room with oily-sticky walls, chipped off tables with prominent sambar stains, crooked little steps that nearly took you into the dark kitchen to wash your hands…
In the dark kitchen, if you squinted properly, you could see men in dirty banians seemingly sweating into your food, which was tasty. The adai-avial with the mandatory dollop of butter on top was exceptional, but a quick idly-floating-in-sambar, medhu bonda or masala dosa was lip-smacking too. It is also the only place outside of The Hindu canteen where I will eat Kitchidi. At The Hindu, I eat it out of necessity, at Mylai Karpagambal Mess, I’d actually enjoy it.
You could also pick up the most heavenly badam halwa, a million podis that only-grandmothers-used-to-make and some odd Vathals and vadams.
Okay, thing is now, there is a brand new, squeaking clean MKM, with tiled flooring, freshly-painted walls, even an air con room, nice, clean polished tables. AND, mercifully, on fresh green banana leaves wetted lightly with water, the same wonderful adai avial! :)

A toast to friendship.

That Aradhna, Ruchika’s friend should fight all these years against a hostile establishment so that her friend’s rape and suicide would not go unavenged…
That Aradhna should work so that the perpetrator of Ruchika’s violation and her family’s subsequent torture, SPS Rathore, should stand before justice and be punished…
That she should come all the way from Australia for judgement day, 19 years later, and stay on when the courts frustrated her fight once more…
That she should stop playing tennis, because every stroke would remind her of the grace that her partner Ruchika could bring to the game…

That’s more than what friends are for.

Facebook interface…

My friend T.S.Sudhir (of NDTV) said on his FB status:
Uma(Sudhir) was asked by a couple of students at Osmania University today : `”Are you from Telangana or Andhra?” Uma replied : “I am an Indian citizen.” Their response :”Oh, so that means you are from Andhra!” What have we come to?”

What did I say here?

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The ND Tiwari case has become the king-sized bed of fertile jokes. My fave is from Jarshad’s FB status:
“Serious students of physiology who have been baffled by the ex-Andhra guv’s ability to keep it up even in the “evening of his life”, may find the answer in Tiwari’s travel itinerary. He always made it a point to make Agra his transit point wherever he went. So it was always Via Agra.”

LOL!

I was not old enough to watch Star Wars when they first hit the screens in 1977. But when I did watch Star Wars finally, it blew my mind. It helped that at that stage I was a toh-tal Pantheist. George Lucas broke any conceivable cinematic mould.

Many years of Star Wars fandom later, another mad Lucas fan, James
Cameron wrote his tribute in 3D bits and bytes. For months I was living in anticipation of the release of Avatar. The early previews of the blue-faced Na’vi appeared in my dreams and naturally, I simply had to see the movie.

I did. Of course. And I think it is a good film, made by a great filmmaker, but goes nowhere near breaking the mould as Guru Lucas did. Given at some point of time in the movie you forget that nearly 95 per cent of what you see is CG-generated, that technique is flawless. You forget it. But if you nudge yourself to the fact that much of it is CG, then your mind could be blown by the bloody fantastic world of Pandora that James Cameron has created.

But, to define the film as its 3D or effects is unfair, never mind how spectacular the two are. Nothing compensates for the weak rendering of a weaker story line. Paraplegic marine Jake Sully is filling up for his dead twin brother when he takes on an Avatar to enter the world of the Na’vi, Pandora. The Na’vi, for those who have not seen the film, are 12-feet-tall humanoids who live in perfect harmony with nature.

Sully’s mission is to infiltrate the Na’vis, and is guided by a human world corporation’s greed to mine energy-bars of “Unobtainium” available in plenty in Pandora. He does that and then falls in love with Na’vi princess Neytiri, *spoiler* turns against the humans when the latter raid Pandora in an allegorical reference to American invasions, past and present.

Here, Cameron borrows Lucas’ concept of the unifying Force which we all borrow from and give back to when we die. Here, it is Eywa, the motherlode. I know we did away with the CG, but then with Avatar, you don’t really do away with CG. It not only keeps coming back, it is everything for the film. The point, is that the scenes where the universal connect has been picturised; where the pistil-like braid ends glow to indicate the passage of the Force; the flight scenes with the birdy Ikran, are stunning.

And yet, there are only these moments that work from the film. These scenes and the final climactic fight scenes are classy and stay in your head. Problem is, they are the only scenes that do. The Force does not work for Avatar itself. It does not unify the film. The first half of a great film has no business to sag as Avatar does. It has no business getting you to squint through the heavy 3D glasses at the fluorescent hands of the watch, counting the heavy seconds to the interval.

The second half whizzes past as Jake’s appeal to Eywa works and the Force kicks in to defeat the imperialist forces, predictably. At the sound of repeating myself, yes, riveting CG there, as Jake’s avatar and his Navi brother Tsu’Tey jump on and off the fighter machines and contribute to the eventual and complete ruin of the coloniser’s well-laid plans.

The thing about re-incarnation, however, if you go by what the Buddists say, is that there will be many Boddhisatwas before a Buddha. Lesser avatars before the ‘One’ appears. Or, here, before the Force manifests itself.

Of course there is a sequel in store. Hopefully many more. Will I watch Avatar 2? You bet I will. I stand in long queues or beg for tickets to a house-full show. But I will also have my fingers crossed, hoping that Cameron, the great filmmaker that he is, will treat a storyline on a par with his effects. Okay, even if not on a par, somewhere there?

And, Eywa, please grant Chennai an IMAX 3D theatre by then.

Well, I know its not even Christmas yet. But since I’m the kind of person that really has never had a serious new year resolution in all the new years I’ve so far lived through, it takes some extra effort.
So this new year, I will:

* Watch Avatar (Check. Watching tomorrow. Haw haw)
* Buy a Canon DSLR (The camera I intended to buy last December)
* Make O2 my life (The gym. Duh.)
* Write a book (There, I said it.)
* Lay my hands on the Elder Wand and destroy Voldemort (He’s dead already?)
* Propose the solution for climate change
* Do yoga class/music class/painting class/Hindi class/Spanish class (At least one)
* Complete the half-written drafts on this blog. (Or delete them. Haw Haw)
* Acquire more equanimity (Breathe deep.)
* Eat less chocolate (Since I used up 2010’s quota this year! :< )
* Find a good cook and simultaneously find courage to sack the current bad one (Shudder!!!)
* Do less net (How?)
* Learn swimming (Can float already if means anything.)

Merry Christmas folks and have a grand new year, I SAY!!

Telengana is a bad idea

Secession is a tongue twister if you think about it. Sufficient reason to keep off it, one would think? Apparently not.
Telengana is a great mistake. In a federal democracy, breakaway states send the wrong message. We might soon have twice the number of states as we have today. Bifurcate Andhra tomorrow and how are you going to turn away other separatist movements? Bodoland, Kashmir…
But giving the evil his due, I suspect KCR too was taken by pleasant surprise with P.Chidambaram’s annoncement on Telengana. He might have expected the Centre to take shelter in a tried-and-tested-method of democratic procrastination or negotiation – set up a committee of retired High Court or Supreme Court judges to look into the possibility of bifurcating Telengana. For this, he was ready to get his kidneys shot. For this, I suspect, he would have given up his fast.
As Andhra burns, I’m tempted to ask a certain lady-who-shall-not-be-named, “Why?”

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Even as I try to unify my many blogs in the spirit of spurning secession, do check the photoblog. Updated.

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