Monday 15 October 2012

Campus Shots.....why I simply love NTU

     A recent transformation in life ....from being an RA in Dr.X's lab, to being a full time PhD student in Dr. Kline's lab, being part of Scelse, and most importantly, moving back to the campus.......

NTU, thou shall continue to heal me .....enthrall me, envelope me in your beauty.....a walk through your sylvan campus at twilight is so healing....its therapeutic literally.......one of the best things in life.......to be part of something so big, so serene, so beautiful, so peaceful.


















All pics courtesy my Samsung SII.........many more such snapshots to come......


































Saturday 15 September 2012

Ek Doctor Ki Maut


Thanks to a post I read of Jai Arjun Singh, I happened to see two of NFDC's movies that were released during the early eighties. One was Shyam Benegal's Suraj ka Satva Ghoda, and the other was Tapan Sinha's Ek Doctor Ki Maut. The former is an account of the raconteur played to perfection by Rajit Kapoor, who, in his debut role, portrayed the experiences of a young, hapless lover whose love gets jilted not once but thrice when his love for three girls( in three different stories) remains unrequited. Rajeshwari Sachdev, Pallavi Joshi and Neena Gupta portray the roles of the three girls, and each story, narrated by the hero to his eager friends who come flocking to his house to hear a fascinating tale based on jilted love,elicits a discussion on   love, as a reflection of the socio-economic status of the lovers. In each story, our hero is doomed from the beginning as he is one of the most passive lovers around. One of his friends, played by Raghubir Yadav, has an imagination that borders on paranoia.Whatever tales that he hears our hero narrating, he goes and dreams about the characters in the most grotesque and visually disturbing manner, so that his account of those same dreams is partly comic and partly macabre. At the end of it, some images from the hero's past come to haunt him and we are left with a sense of his failure to do anything worthwhile at all.



But the better of the two was the second movie, Ek Doctor Ki Maut. As a scientist, I think it completely enamored me to the doctor, played by the inimitable Pankaj Kapoor, whose trials and tribulations as a part time scientist on the quest to find a cure for leprosy, ultimately spelt doom for him.As far as my knowledge goes, this would have to be the only movie ever made in India, that gives you the inside view of how research goes on and what a scientist faces in terms of the struggle, the hard work, the disillusion, the high of new discovery, the pain of failure and....eventually how he needs to publish his paper to get his discovery projected to the outside world.
    Pankaj Kapoor, as the humble doctor turned scientist, with a passion for his research, is a delight to watch, and Shabana Azmi is simply brilliant as his long suffering wife, who initially craves his attention and feels completely left out because of the complete devotion to his work yet who eventually becomes his biggest support in his quest to get recognition for his work. The chemistry between the two is simply awesome, and they portray the ever changing pattern of love between two people who are together for such a long time that all they need to convey love is a smile, a nod, a look and yet remain madly in love with each other. Shabana, with her tear filled eyes, literally needs no dialogues to convey her thoughts, something I observed in another power packed performance in Arth.
     After ten long years of research, Dr Dipankar Roy finally discovers a vaccine for leprosy, which when innoculated into pregnant mothers, makes their child immune to the debilitating disease. His friend who is a science correspondent( played by the young Irfan Khan), writes about this in his newspaper and this starts an avalanche of criticism from all other doctors who simply find it unbelievable that a common average doctor like Dipankar, can do something so seminal and original. As he is a government Doctor, Dipankar cannot go ahead and publish his work without the government's approval. So begins a struggle in which Dipankar, who thought his lab was the world, now begins to see that the world is a much more difficult place and mere passion for work is not sufficient.
     Until the very end, we see a losing battle, and finally, someone else, a team from London, beats him to the  publication. But all Dipankar has to say is that finally, leprosy has been eradicated from the world. There are some great scenes in the movie which provide an insight into Dipankar's way of thought. The best one is , when he gets transferred to a village near Calcutta, and his wife comes to see him. He is sick, tired, overworked and lonely without his wife. Yet, he tells her, during a stroll on the beach, that at night, when he sees the stars shining, he thinks that they are mocking mankind that in the wide universe, there are so many umpteen mysteries to be solved, yet the only thing men on this planet do is find ways of fighting and backstabbing each other. We understand how his mind works, and later, when his wife is dusting his lab, she finds that in one of his notes, he has scribbled " So much to do, so little is done. Hurry up!" The smile on her face and the sadness in her eyes tell us that now, finally, she completely understands what her husband stands for. A must watch!!


Friday 25 May 2012

Arranged marriage

Have a look at this. Will surely bring a smile on your face. Lovely short film.


Wednesday 25 April 2012

Tuesday 24 April 2012

Speed painting

   Just downloaded a new application on my new Samsung Galaxy S2, called Stumbleupon. Great app!! Look what I found!!


Alma, a short film


How creepy!! Also, so sad!

Wednesday 21 March 2012

3 Iron



     
Some months ago, I began slowly but methodically watching Korean movies. Korean dramas are quite famous for their raw emotions and slightly melodramatic content. But I did know that there are some really good movies that stand out among them. One director to look out for is Kim Ki Duk, who has been slowly and steadily gaining popularity among critiques and fans alike.

The first movie that I happened to see was “ 3 Iron” , that I found in the shelves of my university library, NTU, Singapore.  Made with calculated restraint, extreme sensitivity and subtlety, this movie could well be part of movie making syllabi. Kim Ki Duk is a tour de force and I was so impressed with his style and content , that I wasted no time in seeing a lot of his other works. But all that will come later. For now, 3 Iron it is!!

The first thing I noticed is that for the initial 15 min, there are no dialogues whatsoever. We get a glimpse of the hero, who lives life as a man on the move, pasting pamphlets on the doors of houses and then coming back at night to see which doors have not been opened, thereby confirming that the house is vacant of its inhabitants. Then he would break into that house, and spend the night there.  He would cook himself a meal, and after that he would go around the house picking all the dirty clothes and do the laundry. At times, he would also repair some broken gadget, an alarm clock, an air rifle etc, probably seeking solace in this so called good deed.

One day, he breaks into a house assuming it is empty, but huddled in a corner of a room is the lady of the house, a victim of domestic violence. He is not aware of her presence, but she sees all his eccentric ways but keeps mum. In fact, I doubt if she spoke even five complete sentences in the entire movie, but she was all the more conspicuous because of this pained silence. Her face mirrors sadness and more than that, a complete loss of hope or any desire for life. The husband comes back at night, and begins to abuse her once more. Not willing to see her suffer, the hero, rescues her by hitting the husband with a golf ball using the “3 Iron”, a lesser used golf club.

The lady decides to leave the injured husband, a tough decision considering she is helpless in the outside world. But some inherent loneliness in the hero forges a kinship between the two, and they go off on their bike, with the “3 Iron” appropriated by the hero. So begins a shared life of breaking into homes, spending nights, and all is good until one day, while practicing his swing with a golf ball tied to a tree trunk, he accidentally hits a couple travelling in a car. United by pain and loneliness, and something more than that, they share a night full of pain and guilt, then succumb to their need to love and be loved. In this manner, they become lovers, companions and reflections of each other. But one day, the hero gets caught by the local police, and the enraged husband comes and takes the lady away.

The narrative /screenplay flows like water, and a lot of emotions are depicted and silence is used as a potent tool throughout. Towards the end, the movie takes on a surreal feel when the hero in prison resorts to some optical illusions with the guard. He is later released, and word of that reaches the husband and the lady. In a bizarre end, we see that the hero, having mastered the art of making himself almost invisible, and imperceptible, is living in the same house as the lady, with the husband entirely ignorant of his existence. The very final scene is beautiful (which I’ll not divulge!!) and you see the credits rolling with a vague sense of warmth and sadness.

A must watch for all lovers of good cinema.

Monday 19 March 2012

Bol: Speak out


 
           

Ironically, I have no words to speak in praise of this movie. Shot in Pakistan, Bol, directed by Shoaib Mansoor ( of Khuda ke Liye fame), is a lesson in courage. The story begins when Zainub Khan has been found guilty by Pakistan's Courts and is to be hanged. Her last wish is to tell her story before the media, and after approval, she relates how her family was compelled to leave Delhi during 1948 and re-locate to Lahore. This is where her father, Hakim Sayed Hashmutallah Khan, married Suraiya, and hoping to sire a son, instead ended up with 7 daughters. The 8th child turned out to be a hermaphrodite and Hashmutullah wanted it dead but Suraiya insisted that she will not let anyone know so as not to shame her husband. They named the child Saifullah, and hired a tutor to teach him at home. After a failed marriage, Zainub returns home, notices that the tutor was molesting her brother and asks him to leave. With dwindling income from his father, unable to attend school, his mother giving birth to still-born babies, his siblings uneducated, Saifullah is then himself compelled to seek employment. In his work place, he gets sexually molested and returns home bearing wounds of his torture. The poor victim is subsequently killed by his father, who somehow prefers to strangle his son than live with the shame of his plight. In the process, he has to bribe the police by embezzling Rs.2 Lakhs from the Masjid where he presides as a Khajanchi. In order to return the money to the Masjid, he starts to tutor children of prostitutes with the help of Saqa Kanjar. When their neighbor's son, Mustafa, proposes marriage for his daughter, Ayesha, he refuses, as they are Shiah, and plans to marry her to a much older male. Things change rapidly when Saqa makes a proposition that will change everyone's lives forever.


What is palpable throughout the movie is the absolute dominance of the staunch, Quraan quoting father, played to perfection by Manzar Sehbai so much so that one would wish to strangle him for bringing such misery to the lives of his wife, his helpless daughters, and his eunuch son. He is a God faring man, who follows the holy book to the T, yet sees no fault in treating his daughters as mere objects. His double standards reach to intolerable heights when we see that he goes groveling to the same low caste pimp for money to teach his kids lessons in Quraan whom he had literally treated as an untouchable in an earlier scene. But even more appalling is when he agrees to sleep with the pimp’s granddaughter, Meena, with the belief that since he has sired 7 daughters, he would probably impregnate Meena with a daughter too, and then this girl would become a star prostitute in the future. All this is conducted secretly, with no clue to his family, in the same matter of fact manner as when he strictly forbids the marriage of his second daughter to her lover, who happens to be a Shiah.


But the title “Bol” stands for one person’s constant efforts to curb this patriarchal dominance in the household. That person is the eldest daughter, who has been a victim of domestic violence in her husband’s house, and who is back in her parent’s house only to bear witness to her father’s unbending ways. I lost count of the number of times he thrashes her, as the number of times she speaks out, entreating, with love and respect, beseeching him to let the girls work and help him financially. Throughout, the heartless father treats her like a slut, yet she and her hope for change endures. The last thing that she asks everyone gathered, before her hanging, is that if killing your children for the sake of honor is unacceptable, then so is giving those children birth and then not living up to the responsibility of bringing them up with love and care.


Two things that stand out in the movie, and infuse the narrative with lyricism and beauty are the mellifluous music and the Urdu that the protagonists speak even at the most mundane scenes. Songs like “ Din pareshaan hai”, “Hona tha pyaar”, “Dil Jaania” give voice to the multitude of emotions that the characters feel, especially the hapless son and daughters , who snatch moments of joy and fun only when their father is out of the house. “ Kaho, aaj bol do” is a rock concert song that one of the daughters and her boyfriend, Mustafa, played by Atif Aslam, sing, inspite of the fact that she would never attempt to do that in front of her own father.


In all, a very beautiful movie, giving voice to an emotion commonly born when in the name of religion and enforced morality, hapless people are subjugated and made bereft of freedom and their right to happiness.

Friday 10 February 2012

Digiart

                  A few years back, you wouldn't find me endorsing, much less doing digital art. A very dear art teacher of mine, Mr Venkat, back in 2002-3, had begun to venture into this realm. He passed away in Dec 2003, without ever realising his dream of producing a good body of digital art.

                     A few days back, late in the night, when I was browsing the Android market on my tablet, I happened to come across an application called Sketcher. Just out of curiosity, I downloaded it and tried my hand at some sketches.A couple of the brush types were quite surprisingly good. Here are a few of them. Though not very defined as the application lacks a point pen brush, once you get the hang of it, you can achieve a modicum of form and design.



The Inner Eye
The Fallen Tree


Enigmatic Smile

The Nest
Digital Ganesha!!

Quagmire

Dichotomy




This one's by my dear friend Ajit........will have to ask him what it depicts!






                  













Thursday 9 February 2012

Hong Kong-4

              One of the star attractions of Hong Kong , that virtually every tourist does and must visit is the Peak (Victoria's Peak) accessible through the Peak Tramway. The Tram picks up passengers from the Central District of Hong Kong, and then begins an exhilarating ascent that picks up in gradient, so much so , that one feels suspended almost vertically!





There's something about rail tracks that evokes such lovely nostalgia! The Peak tram here is a single car that can accommodate upto 95 passengers.
On the way up, which takes 7 mins, there are four stops but the tram does not stop at any of these. They are named as Barker Road, May Road, Macdon'l Road and Kennedy Road.




Once the tram reaches the summit, which is actually the peak of  Mt.Austin, a perceptible change in temperature can be felt. It was windy and cold and the fog laden peak was a delight to behold.

















This pic was taken on our way up the steep slope.











The view from the Peak top was panoramic in scope. But it was a very grey day with a slight drizzle to add to the gusty wind.









This building here is the Peak Observatory, which offers an unparalleled view of Victoria harbour and the Kowloon Peninsula. It also houses the Madam Tussad's Wax Museum.

 The Wax Museum housed some of the most famous personalities on earth. Here are my favourites.




















Madam Tussaud herself......