Realm of Neo

Saturday, March 08, 2008

TZP and a new star is born on the horizon

There are some incidents that happen in your life whose impact can last only a wink, some that last a short while like few days or months and then there are those whose impact lasts years if not a lifetime. Tare Zameen Par, the recent movie from Amir Khan which incidentally also happens to be his first directorial debut is just one such movie. I’m sure, this is one movie whose impact wouldn’t fade on me in a long while and my admiration would only grow if I see it again.

Sometimes you come might come across a simple movie without the usual fanfare, masala, pomp and glory and yet it goes all the way to become a blockbuster. The movie leaves you with a subtle after taste and a deeply poignant effect by intricately weaving a delicate topic overlooked by most adults so often. The movie also establishes Amir Khan’s transition from an actor to a full time director and producer. This movie also vindicates his metamorphosis from a young hep college kid actor into a mature director & actor.

While many adults may be oblivious to the central theme of the movie, nevertheless many of us may have experienced it partly during our years of school or even college. The story revolves around a dyslexic boy Ishant (Darsheel) whose parents refuse to acknowledge his problem. The boy endures a lot of suffering and pain as a result of this until he is rescued by his art teacher Nikunj (Amir Khan).

Personally for me, the movie has been very emotional and moving, gushing out profuse feelings of tenderness and sympathy toward the protagonist. This was despite the fact that the role portrayed by him was far in contrast to my own personal life experience and yet I felt a connection so deep with that character deep down within me. It was as if there was a part of me that was going through the same tear jerking experience as the protagonist. A sudden deluge of emotions struck me - the agony of suffering silently, the grief & anguish of being disadvantaged, the torment & bitterness of being labeled a loser, the grief of failure, the frustration when loved ones fail to understand, the shock & confusion when loved ones seem to hate you, the pain & heartache when loved ones leave you in your most needed hour, the trauma & torture of relentless punishment for no fault and last but not the least the feeling of loneliness and helplessness of fighting all alone against the whole world. I knew I was not the protagonist and neither had I ever experienced what this kid had gone through and yet I knew I had a strong bond with this character, a deep innate connection. Something within me was creating this strong affinity towards him, a deep feeling of empathy and compassion toward him, toward me, toward his parents, toward my parents and toward our society.

The movie flooded me with a spate of questions about our expectations, parent’s expectations and expectations of society from individual lives. Why are we as a society so hell driven on competition and achievement? Why do we not learn to accept reality? Why do we live in the hallucinated world of denial? Why should a rigid inflexible system always be considered superior to our very own human side? Why do we always compare ourselves with others, why not with ourselves? Why should others define our own benchmark? Why should we be a slave to the perception of others?

This reminds me of Howard Roark from the Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. But nevertheless I think we permit society to define far too many rules for us without thinking about the appropriateness of the spirit or the context. Living in a society does usually come with a burden of accepting certain unwritten rules & customs, but we should never deprive ourselves of the freedom of thought and of listening to our heart and conscience.

There have been innumerable instances in India where young students have been driven to suicide and nervous breakdowns due to the unreasonable pressure they are subjected to by parents, teachers and the entire system. This is appalling and dangerous to our society as a whole. Where is this mad world heading to? What are we trying to achieve in this mad rush? “What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?” – by Henry Davies sums up our modern life. In our rush to outdo the competition in our society, we are so fiercely driven into competition in school, in exams, in college, in university, in work and ultimately in life itself that we have no time to live. Just race, race and race. And then one day, long afterwards when we cannot race anymore we realize that we have never walked or stood, never bothered to gaze at the road we’re running on, never had time to pick up pebbles along the path and now there’s nothing left to pick up.

Darsheel and Amir have done their roles fabulously well. Ishant has done his role so flawlessly, I’m pretty sure he’ll do pretty well in Bollywood in future. A new star to watch out for. Amir has played the role of the sensitive teacher so well, I wish if most teachers were only half as sensitive as Nikunj, we would be having probably half as many dropouts in our schools. Parents can take a leaf out of this movie and that is to listen to their children and be sensitive to their feelings. Living in a world of denial would never do anyone any good. While everyone expects their children to be the best, expectations should be driven primarily by interest. Parents would be better off fostering interest than putting them under the pressure of unreasonable expectations.

On the whole it is a good movie to watch and one that I would recommend every parent should definitely watch. I did recommend it to my mom and managed to pester her enough to watch it :)

TZP and a new star is born on the horizon

There are some incidents that happen in your life whose impact can last only a wink, some that last a short while like few days or months and then there are those whose impact lasts years if not a lifetime. Tare Zameen Par, the recent movie from Amir Khan which incidentally also happens to be his first directorial debut is just one such movie. I’m sure, this is one movie whose impact wouldn’t fade on me in a long while and my admiration would only grow if I see it again.

Sometimes you come might come across a simple movie without the usual fanfare, masala, pomp and glory and yet it goes all the way to become a blockbuster. The movie leaves you with a subtle after taste and a deeply poignant effect by intricately weaving a delicate topic overlooked by most adults so often. The movie also establishes Amir Khan’s transition from an actor to a full time director and producer. This movie also vindicates his metamorphosis from a young hep college kid actor into a mature director & actor.

While many adults may be oblivious to the central theme of the movie, nevertheless many of us may have experienced it partly during our years of school or even college. The story revolves around a dyslexic boy Ishant (Darsheel) whose parents refuse to acknowledge his problem. The boy endures a lot of suffering and pain as a result of this until he is rescued by his art teacher Nikunj (Amir Khan).

Personally for me, the movie has been very emotional and moving, gushing out profuse feelings of tenderness and sympathy toward the protagonist. This was despite the fact that the role portrayed by him was far in contrast to my own personal life experience and yet I felt a connection so deep with that character deep down within me. It was as if there was a part of me that was going through the same tear jerking experience as the protagonist. A sudden deluge of emotions struck me - the agony of suffering silently, the grief & anguish of being disadvantaged, the torment & bitterness of being labeled a loser, the grief of failure, the frustration when loved ones fail to understand, the shock & confusion when loved ones seem to hate you, the pain & heartache when loved ones leave you in your most needed hour, the trauma & torture of relentless punishment for no fault and last but not the least the feeling of loneliness and helplessness of fighting all alone against the whole world. I knew I was not the protagonist and neither had I ever experienced what this kid had gone through and yet I knew I had a strong bond with this character, a deep innate connection. Something within me was creating this strong affinity towards him, a deep feeling of empathy and compassion toward him, toward me, toward his parents, toward my parents and toward our society.

The movie flooded me with a spate of questions about our expectations, parent’s expectations and expectations of society from individual lives. Why are we as a society so hell driven on competition and achievement? Why do we not learn to accept reality? Why do we live in the hallucinated world of denial? Why should a rigid inflexible system always be considered superior to our very own human side? Why do we always compare ourselves with others, why not with ourselves? Why should others define our own benchmark? Why should we be a slave to the perception of others?

This reminds me of Howard Roark from the Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. But nevertheless I think we permit society to define far too many rules for us without thinking about the appropriateness of the spirit or the context. Living in a society does usually come with a burden of accepting certain unwritten rules & customs, but we should never deprive ourselves of the freedom of thought and of listening to our heart and conscience.

There have been innumerable instances in India where young students have been driven to suicide and nervous breakdowns due to the unreasonable pressure they are subjected to by parents, teachers and the entire system. This is appalling and dangerous to our society as a whole. Where is this mad world heading to? What are we trying to achieve in this mad rush? “What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?” – by Henry Davies sums up our modern life. In our rush to outdo the competition in our society, we are so fiercely driven into competition in school, in exams, in college, in university, in work and ultimately in life itself that we have no time to live. Just race, race and race. And then one day, long afterwards when we cannot race anymore we realize that we have never walked or stood, never bothered to gaze at the road we’re running on, never had time to pick up pebbles along the path and now there’s nothing left to pick up.

Darsheel and Amir have done their roles fabulously well. Ishant has done his role so flawlessly, I’m pretty sure he’ll do pretty well in Bollywood in future. A new star to watch out for. Amir has played the role of the sensitive teacher so well, I wish if most teachers were only half as sensitive as Nikunj, we would be having probably half as many dropouts in our schools. Parents can take a leaf out of this movie and that is to listen to their children and be sensitive to their feelings. Living in a world of denial would never do anyone any good. While everyone expects their children to be the best, expectations should be driven primarily by interest. Parents would be better off fostering interest than putting them under the pressure of unreasonable expectations.

On the whole it is a good movie to watch and one that I would recommend every parent should definitely watch. I did recommend it to my mom and managed to pester her enough to watch it :)

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Ah! What a Cyprus view!


The sky so stark and blue
And the ocean spewing out its brew
Meld into such a resplendent hue
Just like drops of pearly dew
Oh what a splendid Cyprus view!

As the wind coasts along the shore
And gently nudges the ocean onto the floor
And unites them like lovers lost in lore
And out of the seabed does the froth soar
And lets out nature’s mirth with a roar

As the sun kisses the sand
And as the sea unites with the undulating land
Along a distant stretch of oceanic expand
And with Aprodite rock gleaming out like a strand
Presents a spectacle so grand

The pristine coastal beach
With its charm like a delicate peach
And blissful beauty beyond any speech
And tranquility beyond any pastor’s preach
Is an ecstasy which every mortal aspires to reach

I wish I knew
What gave it this beatific view
If I had the universe to pursue
To unravel nature’s mysterious clue
I would turn dark and blue
Until I find what’s finally true
How the angelic Mediterranean grew
From the bowels of this earthly shoe

A place with populace so few
And yet each year the foreigners it drew
From far and distant they all flew
Just to get a glimpse of the Mediterranean hew
Such is the allure of nature’s woo!

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

What is so intriguing about you

What is it about you
That can intrigue me so blue
Just when I thought I knew
I’m again left without a clue

Of all the puzzles I have ever unraveled
This one has me the most befuddled
Why do I have to feel so riddled
When life was smooth without being fiddled

Is it the glint in your sparkling eye
Is it the affection of your sweet smile
Is it the gleam of your silky hair
Is it the tender touch of your hand
Is it the whiff of your perfume
Is it the tone of your soft voice

I know not why
And I know not how
But I know somehow
That deep beneath your pretty brow

Lies a conundrum that’s hard to tell
What is it about you belle
That can create such a spell
And make one’s heart swell
And my mind constantly dwell

Sometimes I think it’s your personality
And sometimes it may be your originality
And yet sometimes your creativity
Mingled along with your mentality
That creates such an enigma of proclivity

It’s still a mystery
Waiting to be unraveled
Just like someone poring over the annals of history
Treads along the road of time traveled
To uncover so remarkable a story
That can hardly be ever paralleled

Rip Van Wrinkle awakens from his slumber!

Finally the time has arrived for the death knell of my hibernation. Of course it’s not twenty years as in the classic but almost 20 months. And the world is still the same. I still recognize my surroundings and ambience. I don’t have a wife yet, but my friends are still alive thankfully. I still wonder what was it that deterred me to write anything in my blog since so long. I do remember giving a start at some unfinished blogs here and there and they have somehow got lost in time. And yet I hardly have time to sleep. I’m a traveler of time and have miles to go before I sleep.

As for the culprit, I’d blame it on sheer laziness and sloth. What a sheer waste of talent and skill if I cannot put my pen to some good use. But I still do wonder what it is with sloth that can deter men to wastefulness and laziness. History is replete with examples of countless talented men being reduced to oblivion thanks to sloth, one of the deadliest sins, the seven deadly ones? While I don’t have any special love for this number I always wonder why there are only seven deadly sins, not 6 and not 8.

Imagine slumber taking control of one’s life to such an absolute degree that when one wakes up from slumber the world has turned around topsy turvy. The wheels of time travel so fast that we can barely fathom their reality. The earth travels so fast in space actually that even the fastest man made rocket would barely be able to match its speed. And as residents of the earth, we are all bound by that speed and we rarely feel it. But the fact is the earth is quite slow when it comes to speed. And the irony is it would have to be much faster to match time travel lest even beat it. And going by Einstein’s theory of relativity I would have to be traveling at the speed of light to accomplish something of the likes of Rip Van Wrinkle. For that I would probably have to be an atom sized moth with an infinite weight traveling at the speed of light and I might as well have been a black hole. And when it comes to the black hole, all physics turns dark, they have defied physicists since ages and continue to intrigue them even more. So then how do I beat time like RVW?

And yet why do I choose this character Rip Van Wrinkle? It’s a classic tale by Irving that has intrigued me since ages, just like that of the classic poem of the Albatross by Coleridge albeit in a completely different context and different manner.

What is it about this character that seems so enchanting is how he managed to beat time or shall we say cheat death? Managed to stay alive despite his dead wife, and got to become the envy of all henpecked husbands. Come to think of it, can we really beat time or cheat death? Has anyone ever done that? How did they do that? Has our modern science evolved to such an extent that we would ever be able to perform this feat? If laziness were an answer to that question, the world would be replete with copious amounts of sleeping beauties. We’d still have to figure someway of keeping the prices alive so that they can kiss them awake from their slumber. J It somehow reminds me of the movies I’ve seen long before on time and space travel

But then we have mythology at the other end suggesting that people may have actually done it before in the past. The veracity of this is however quite questionable. But then has modern science and physics evolved to such an extent that we may be able to create our own laboratory version of the modern Rip Van Wrinkle. Freeze a creature at an extremely low temperature and figure out a way of preserving him safely and lo, years or maybe even centuries later they bring back the creature to life. Modern science still has a long way to go, especially if they have to reconstruct and bring back a frozen creature to life. Imagine if it were a human being who underwent this process and woke up after at least a century. How would he react to the change in society, advancements, technology, culture, people, etc? How many would be able to survive that shock. Just think if someone like Abraham Lincoln were preserved somehow like this and woke up today to find George Bush Jr in his chair. What would his reaction be? Would he be overwhelmed at cheating death and surviving through multiple centuries or would he grieve at the utter shock of seeing someone like George Bush at the helm of the US Democracy and the loss of his friends and family.

While this may me an extreme scenario, not everyone may have to face this kind of a shock and the fact is no one knows how harsh the shock would actually be.

Much ado about Rip Van Wrinkle, and not about writing? I’m glad I have somehow unshackled myself from the clutches of lethargy and returned to one of my favorite hobbies. I do hope my resilience will persist and be strong enough to desist me from doing another Rip Van Wrinkle. There’s something so intriguing, so enchanting and yet so subtle about writing. The charm of imagination, the power of dreams, the whiff of a scandal, the scent of a character (I’d prefer a woman), the trail of a story, the edge of a suspense, the fragrance of a wish, the clash of ideas, the smoothness of a conclusion, there are so many things that writing can do and yet there are some that it cannot. And that’s why a picture is worth a thousand words. But the freedom to write to imagine and to play with the character through writing is unparalleled compared to any other mode. And that my friend is the root of my love for writing.